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The luminary whom olil fnsliioiieil iocH liavo lnilizctl witli fill ROitu of li'imcH, ponncr tlian tlt'urado their vcipts with tliu lim- old Saxon word "sun" this jilain't of many aliases was iiovit more njilondi l than on .ho pri'sent occasion. Tht'io was a purpto cdji' of hill on which ho was hovering, red and cnounotis, as if ho wcro iccoiiiioilt'iing thti lingo stoops down which ho was nbont to plunge. On tho set rated crct of the purple hill waved u fow plumy trees, standing blackly against tho liery glow, liko watching warriors thrown out against tho flame of some besoigod nnd burn ing fortress. All along tho meadows and creeks that sti etched from tho baso of tho purple hill to tho porch where Sister Anno was sitting, a tide of gol den light was slowly ebbing. A mo ment ago it was rippling over tho (jar. den walks, making, liko a second l'ac tolus, tho very gravel valuable, and now it lias receded and washes the edges of tho green meadows below, and trickles through tho thin, transpa rent leaves of tho motionless maple. .Now tho old standard boat on tho shore of tho narrow creek suddenly fjlitters liko Cleopatra's galley, as tho waves of light dash silently over it ; and lol an instant passes, tho galley is gone, and tho splitting planks and mouldering keel again lie sadly on lho sands. So ebbs this wonderous tide, silently but swiftly, until it reaches tho base of the purple hill ; then trembling an instant on tho grass and rocks, it suddenly sinks, or evaporates, or disap pears like a fairy sea, and tho shores it washed aro cold, nnd iray, and dull. Sister Anne loved sunsets. Tiiero was an idolen splendor about tho hour ot evening that suited her temperament an atmosphere of opiate vapar that seemingly emanated from tho rctirinc )iaiiei, miiiiig nor nno a dreamy repose. The truth i, that Sister Anno was lazy. When other girls wcro hem ming tho edges of mysterious garments, or cutting geometric figures out of linen, or stitching a pattern dimly seen through cambric fastened over tho pa jer on .vhioh thoy were traced j while industrious maidens wero doing all these useful and ornamental things, Sister Anne was used to sit in tho window if it was summer, and by the Gro if it was winter, and dream. She had tho air of a dreamer. Her feat ures wero still and regular : her eyes large and dark , and when she moved thero was a drowsy pliancy in her limbs that made her seem as if sho had lived by tho fairy lake on tho shores of which Tennyson's Lotos Eaters dreamed life delightfully away. Her two sisters looked on Sister Anno as uttoily lost. She was altogether uso Us?, and did not contribute ouo jot into the general fund of labor. There was not on all Long Island so lazy a maiden. Sho know not how to make pastry or butter. Her sowing was wretchedly crooked and uneven ; and as to knowing anything about cutting a dress, why Sister Anne might as soon bo oxnected to draw out the plan of a fortification as to perforin that nice and intricate branch of female me chanics. Sho loved tho woods, how ever, and tho gicen leaves, ana was very industrious in the lino of gather ing wild flowers and attending on tho birds. Sister Anno was a slave to tho feathered tribe. Sho was not black, nor did sho wear gold rings on her ankles or any other sign of serfdom, still sho was as much a slave as if sho was copper-colored and fettered with gold. She followed tho oriole from tree to tree anxiously and timidly, as a courtier haunting tho presencu of his king. For hours together sho would lio in tho tall grass or tho lields watch in" tho blackbird with his crimson epaulets, keeping watch from a lofty tree ever his wife as sho sat iu her nest built in tho swaying forks of tho cold- en rod Tho cat-bird was to her a sourco of singular nnd endless delight and admiration. His elegant shape, his jaunty swagger, his splendid con fidence, his immense vocul genius, all captivated her, and sho would hide be hind n tree and hour after hour watch his gambols in tho branches. I wilt not say that the birds know Sister Anne, Sho was no bird-tamer, like tho chnrmiiiK dream-girl in George Sand's romance of Teverino, nnd I doubt if sho called ever so long wheth er any of her feathered friends would attend to her : but slill I think tho birds folt by rare instinct, as indescri bable as any of the strange spiritual phenomena that aro disclosing them selves nowadays, that Sister Anno was their worshiper. Unt bird and oriole, it seems to me, permitted tho voung gill to come closer than any other idler in the helds. It mav be supposed that theso erra tic habits wero not very much lolished by Sister Anne's family. Sho was gen erally up a tree when sho should have been mending stockings, and those wild. wood sports ol tiers tint not pro duce a very favorable effect upon her toilet. Her gowns wcro sadly rent, ami her shoes woro out with astonish ing rapiditys while tho maiks of thorns on her small, delicate hand'', acd tho tan on her quiet, dreamy laco wero not tho most favorablo additions to her personal appearance. Sho was a moral 1 , . e '.. -1.. ..t .1. l woeu in u iiiuuiy in iiiiiviug mm use ful plants ; a toy in tho midst of a whole tactorv lull nt industrial ma chines. In vain did mother and sis ters remonstrato ; in vain did thoy point to liaslcetH lull ot nwtul shirts yet unsown, and terrible handkerchiefs unliemmed. Sister Anno, turned a lazy glance and deaf ear to all, and Hod to tho tiehls, when tho Hinging ot tho birds and tho breath of tho tlowors consoled her for all her troubles. So Sister Anno sat in tho porch and ireamcd. Was it of her friond tho oat bird, or her comrade tho oriole t Did llowers dance, before her mind s eye, or did sho wander amidst visionary forests ! Sister Anne dreamed of none of these, much as sho loved them. Hut two summers ngo, a young fellow, with blue blight eyes, and long dark hair, came to board for threo mouths at tho house, bringing with him a small va lise nnd a largo skoloh-book. He, too, liko faistor Anne, wandered all day in tho woods and fields, and it often hap pened that they wondered together. They explored tho pleasant beaches that lio along tho Sound opposite ' to hazy Norwalk shore. Thoy watched the gnmbols of tho sunshine upon tho bluo waters and lho plumy woods ( and that summer Sister Anno heard sweeter musio than the song of birds, and had other companions than the oriolo nnd cat-bird. Tho young artist, Stephen Uasquo, was a now revelation to tho young girl. For tho first time sho has found one who understood her lovo of nature, and did not look upon her ndoration of birds and floweiH as mere folly. Ho talked of nrt nnd beauty, and Sister Anno awakened to poetry, until then a divinity unknown lio lent her a couple volumes of Ten nyson nnd she beheld how, by a magio an, life and substance, and nil tho pas (dons of beauty of earth, could betinns ierrcd into print nnd paper to livo for over. In tho midst of this delight' fid dream dream far moro delicious than all her bird and forest visions, btephen Basque packed up his smalt valiso and largo sketch-book, and went off to New York Oily to pursue, his art. Poor Sister Anno was left doublv alone i nnd when she went out into the helds for tho hrst tune after Ids depart ure, it seemed as it tho birds no longer knew her as of old. Sho wandered now less than of yore, but stmt herself up in her room, which soon began tu no littered with nits ot paper scrawled all over. Her mother and sisters grumbled in vain ; her litllo room was to her n sanctum v, mid sho Hod there from persecution. It seems to me at that moment 1 allude to Bister Anno sat on tho porch and dreamed of Steph en Basque. "As usual idle I Will you never do anything useful child t" "cried Mrs. l'lymoti, Sister Anne's excellent moth er. "Look nt your sisters busy on fath er's sbirt, and you you do nothing but sit like a lady all day long, with your hands beloro you. ''I can't work," mother answered Sis tor Anne, starling from tier roveiie with an expression of sudden pain, a.s tho old lady emerged from tho eottagi' noor, nor large hands p irooiled with washing. "I know I am very useless to you, but it pains me to sow." "Pains? trash!" cried Mrs. Plymott. 'You aro the skit of tho whole village. Do you know what they call you? You don't? well they call you Mother Plyin ott's Duchess."" Sister Anno smiled sadly. "Wo have no titles iu America," she said, "so thuy are wrong." 'Oh! its easy to turn the matter into a jest, but I tell you it's no joko for me to have n child that is not ablo to earn a cent for herself, or savo ono for me. What would you do Miss,'' tho old woman continued with a savage sneer, "if father and I wero to die ? How would you earn your bread, eh?" "I don't know exactly," said Anne, "but 1 don't suppose that God would allow mo to die of starvation any more than lie allows the robin nnd tho chip-ping-bird." Mrs. Plymott burnt into n loud coarso laugh. "So you'd livo on berries, and sleep in tho hedges, my pretty little robin, would you ? Oh! how pleasant you'd find it! I'll lay in a lot of poke berries for you this fall, and your feeding will bo cheap dining tho wintor." "Does my feeding cost you much, mother?" aked Sister Anne, mild- iy- "Moro than you aio worth," was tho biulal reply. 'Then it shan't cost you anything for the future,'' aeswered the young girl, whoso dreamy face lit up for a moment with a Hash of insult ed pride. "Oh! wo'ro offended, aro wo ? wo aro going to earn our own living ! Good luck to you child ! Let us see how long this good resolution will last-" " "Longer than you imagine, mother" said Sister Anne, retiring quietly tohor room. She had taken on n sudden strange resolution, Her arrangements wero quicklv made. She packed up a few things in a small bundle, examined her pockets, which sho found contained ex actly tho sum of eight and sixpence. This done, etio sat herself down to her little tablo and continued to write on sovcrnl strips of paper until lato in tho night. The next morning Sister Anno was up bv daylight, rcinspecting her little bundle of clothes, and making her slips of paper up into a small parcel. This done, sho slipped into tho bieak fast parlor, and sat down to breakfast calmly, as usual. "Well, aro you going to idlo lo-dar. as usual?" said her sister Mary. "No," auswerol Sister Anne, with n queer smile, "I am going to be very in dustrious." Then as sooli as breakfast was con cluded, slioetolo out unobserved by her industrious family, and, bundle, in hand, set off for tho railway station, which was distant about two miles. As sho walked along tho scrubby plain the lazy dreamer seemed to havo vanished. Sho ran and skipped along, and tossed her bundle aloft, and sang vaguo melo dies to herself, The face ho still anil calm seemed on firo with bold resolve, Assuredly Sister Anno had some great scheme in her littlo head. Sho roaehed tho station, paid from out of her eight shillings for a ticket tobowiork, and seated bersolf tim idly iu a vacant chair. It was tho first timo in her lilo that Sister Anno had been on a railroad, and it was with much wonder nnd alarm that sho be held herself hirleil along until trees, and fields, and houses seemed to melt into n confused nws. Fro sho had ceased to trcmblo nnd wonder the cars wont moro and moro slowly, and sho was informed that she had arrived at llrooklyn. She hurried. out, and fol lowing tho stream, found herself on board a forry boat, and in n few seo onds across tho river, and in a great city. Never having boon in Now York but onco before, Sister Anno know nothing whatever of tho hugo town, but being a stout littlo body, nnd having learned a sort of fearless freedom from her friends tho birds, sho asked tho first person sho met to direct her to tho ofllcoof tho Aloe dailynows paper. Tho man said ho was going in that direction, nnd that if sho would keep him in sight ho would point out lho very door. So Sister Anno, with her precious bundle in her hand, trot ted off after her civil L'tiidu until thov reached that cluster of streets that nil merge into tho Park, and whero nows paper offices nro as thick as blackber ries. "There Miss," said lho mau, point ing to n tall, dirty-looking building, "thero is tho office of tho Dally Aloe. Editor's rooms are on tho third story." "Thank you, air," nnswered Sister Anne, with n littlo bird liko nod of tho head, and in n moment eho was climb ing up tho steep stairs, dimly lighted, leading to tho editor's room. No ono eoemed to tnko tho slightest notico of her as sho entered. Seven or eight men wcro all sitting at desks, cut ting up nowspapuis, writing ns if by steam, turning over new books, amidst a horriblo litter of papers aud pons, and all thcparaphcrnaliaof an editorial r otn. Sister Anno timidly inquired if the editor could be seen. Tho scratching of pens ceased for an instant ono of tho men looked up, pointed with his pen to nn inner door, and uent on writing again. In the inner room the child found a handsomo bearded gentleman alone, and very busy writ ing. She stood Jor some timo a littlo inside lho door, expecting that ho would look up. Ho seemed, however, as unconscious of her presenco a.s if she did not oxist. "Please, Sir 1" said Sister Anne, after waiting to bo spoken to as long ns she thought was reasonable. Tho gentleman looked quickly up. "What can I do for you'" said he, kindly enough, but still looking as if he wished that she had not interrupted him. "Please Sir," said tho intruder, "I'm Filbert 1'; This singular announcement seemed to cause immense sttipriso to tlio editor of tho Aloe 1 why it's impossible! You can't lie more than fourteen!" "I'm fifteen," "answered Sister Anne, "and indeed, Sir, I'm Filbert." 'Sit down," said the editor "and tell mo wh.it I can do for you." Sister Anno took a seat, and put her hand in her pocket, from which sho extracted a paper bundle. "Here," she said, "are ten moro poems, Sir. I think they aro as good as the fiist ones." Tho editor took them with n smile, glanced at, tho handwriting, seemed convinced of the littlo authoress' iden tity, and said : Who taught you to writo suoh char ming poetry?'' "1 don't know, sir," nnswered Sister Anne, Hushing, "but I think I learned it in the fields, aud from tho birds and trees." "And your name is " "Anne Plymott, Sir. I live on Long Island, but 1 havo conio to New York to see if cm earn any money by writ ing." "It's n hard trade, answered the edi tor, gloomly. "Ail trades are hard," said Sister Anne, with a hopeful smile, "but peoplo succeed in making money by them." "Yes," answered the mini of letters, "but a cabinet maker lias a better chanco than a bookmaker. There is a greater call for mahogany than for mind." "Uut my poems are surely worth something," said tho innocent with a confident glance. "Of that there is no doubt, liut you won't get anyone to give you anything for them." "What!" exclaimed Sister Anue. "Don't you pay for poetry ? ' 'My dear young lady," answered the editor at w Aloe, "we only pay for news nnd valuable matter." "So yon won't pay me for r.ny of my poems?" "ft would, I assuio you, bo a devia tion from our established rule.'' "If tlu-v aro not valuable, why, then. did you publish them?" asked Sr.ster Anne, with untaught logic. "Ik'causo wo thought them good, and some of our readers liko good poetry." "Tljen if your readers like it, it is wortli paying" for." The editor of the Aloe smiled com passionately at the intiocetit poetetu, who expected to receive money in re turn for her labor and her mind. It was certainly a very absurd expecta tion. "Givo mo my poems, Sir," said Sister Anno very brusquely, "I can't afford to givo them for nothing," "And wo can't allord to buy them. answered tho editor, very courteously handing back the bundle of manu script. Sister Anno bowed majestically. took her bundle, nnd stalked indignant ly out of tho office. When she got out into tho street, howover, a siok, hope less sensation seemed to crawl over her heart. All her anticipations were destroyed at a single blow. Tho poems wineii sno had labored at in secret, and which, when sho saw them published, had given birth to such wild hopes, wero then ot no actual value, nnd nil her expectations of making monoy and supporting herself-wcro at an end". Sho would havo given worlds to havo gono back into tho ollico and asked tho edi tors advico as to what sho should do. but her prido was wounded and sho would not stoop to ask a favor of one who sho thought had treated her so badly. Oh! if sho could only meet Mr. Stephen Basque. So bIio walked through too crowned streets, whero sho was jostled and pushed nbout by tho eager throng of people, each bent on tho samo money-getting errand as herself; and shorcstedla llltloinonoof tho parks and took a cheap meal in ono of tho restaurants, winch consumed all hor re maining money except n few cents, and then as evening camn on, she felt as if sho would gladly havo encountered death sooner than faoa the groat heart less city oy night. Poor Sister Anno was completely be wildered. What was sho to do? No friends, no mnncy, no place to sleep. It was terrible ; und sho now began to re gret having stalked oil' so majestically from that practical editor who would not pay lor poetry. Sho was looking through tho window of u brilliantly lighted print-shop, and admiring tho splendid engravings, in spite of tho tears that filled her oyes, when sho observod n voung man ston and look at her very attentively. It was not dillicult to frighten Sister' Anno now. It wns night, nnd her friends tho birds, however bold by day, wcro uiuuruus iinieeu at nigni, anil sno was liko them j o tho steady gazo of this young man alarmed her- Sho imme diately moved away, but to her great dismay lie followed her, nnd presently nddreased her. Ho said that it was "a beautiful night, but Sister Anno only quickened her pace. Ilo next ventured j on a remonstrance about hor running lawny so quickly from him, and oooly passed his arm under hers. Poor Sis ler Anno thought she would sink into tho earth. "Go away 1 Plcaso to go away, Sirl" sho cried, half fainling. "I don't know you I I don't wish you to follow me!" "Hut really I can not bo so ungallant ns lo let you walk alone," said the young man, pertinaciously. "Pray let inu sec you home." "I tiavu no home!" cried Sister Anne, in an agony of fear. "Oil, ohl" cried her companion; "so that's it. Let mo offer you one, then." "Ohl" murmured tho poor girl, "if Stephen Basque wns only herel" "Who calls for Stephen Htisquc?" said a passer-by, suddenly catching tho words and slopping. "I II" cried Sister Anne, rushing lo-w'nrd tho new-comer. "Do you know him?" "vVliy, Sister Anno! Is it possible that this is you?" cried Stephen himself, winding a protecting arm around her. "What's the row ?" "That man that maul" sobbed Sis ter Anne, pointing to a respectable looking, fat, old gentleman, who had just slopped, attracted by the scene. Stephen marched up to him instantly- "What did you mean, Sir," said he, "by insulting this lady?" "Me!" exclaimed tho man, "I nevor saw her before in my life?" "Oh, it isn't him 1" cried Anne, who by this timq had recovered her senses, then looking round for tho true delin quent, it was found that ho had van ished, Stephen, of course, offered his apologies to the bewildered old gentle man, and explained tho mistake; then making Sister Anno tnko his arm, ho burst through tho little crowd that had already formed around them, nnd inarched up the street. "I know you weio in tho city," lie said to his companion, as soon as they wore clear of tho throng: "the editor of the Aloe related to ma a curious inter view lie had with you to day. Where aro you staying ?" "Nowhere," said Sister Anne, red witli shame. "Why, how is that ?" "I havo no money. I expected to bo paid for my poems," and tho poor child sobbed bitterly. "That, indeed, was expecting much. So you really wrote those delightful poems ? Why, Sister Anne, or Filbert, you are a genius I" "That's very good to mo if I can't mako money," said Filbert, still sob bing. "Not by poetry, certainly. Hut has it never entered your littlo head that there is a stylo ot composition named prose. Peoplo always pay for prose." Sister Anno lifted her head. Thero was a gleam of liopo in this. "Do you think I could writo proso ?" she said, timidly. 'If you try hard, I think you might. I know a very respectable old lady who ket'ps a nico boarding houso on Fourth Avenue. You shall go thero to-night 1 I'i the morning I will eco if I can not get some newspaper to givo you an en gagement to writo some pretty country sketches. You can call them 'Dried Leaves,' or some other vegcta blo title, and ihoy will bo sure to suc ceed.'' Sistor Anno said nothing, but grate fully pressed Stephen's arm, and that night when she was installed nt old Mrs. Hritton's boarding house, sho blessed the oung fellow with a virgin prayer So, after all, Sister Anuo staid in New York, and set up for herself. Stephen got her an engagement on tho Weekly Gong, nnd very soon some sensation began to bo created by her series of sketches entitled "Lichens," under the signature of "Maitland Moss." She was paid for these tolera bly well and had the triumph of writ ing homo to her family that sho was now supporting herself. After she had ben six months in tho city, and had been asked to Miss Han sack's literary soirees, and actually was on the eve of publishing a book, Ste phen Hasquo catno into her room ono day with dancing eyes. "Gilbert 1 ho cried, "1 want you to come and pay a vis't with me." "Whero t said 1'ilbert, raising hot head from her desk on which sho was writing. "At a lady's answered Stephen with an exulting smilo. "What lady s, and bister Anno felt a foreshadowing of ovil. 'Well, Gilbert, tho tact u, rm go ing to bo married, and Why, Fil bert, what's tho matter ?" Poor Filbert was as palo as death. Sho bent her head over her desk, and tier wholo frame quivered. Poor child! she had loved tho young follow silent ly for two long years, and ho was now going to take another to bo his darling. it was very naru lor tier to uear. '!' ilbert nro yon ill ? cried Stephen lifting her hand gently. "No, Nol" she cried impatiently. shrinking from his touch. "It was only a pain produced by stooping so long. I am ready, Stephen ; let us go and sco your brido 1" and Sister Anno roso with a steady countenance, and proceeded to put on tier bonnet. "'ou will not havo to go far," cried Stephen, with a strange, iovous twin. kio iu his eves, "sno is waiting round of ..... I.lf ! "Come!" said Sister Anne, marching to her martyrdom with sublimo resolu tion. "Tell me, Stephen, is sho pret ty !" "Lovely as tho dawn I" "Young 1" "About seventeen." "Clover ?" "Well, yes. Sho is rather silent, however, but sho looks intellectual," "May God bless you and her 1" cried Sister Anne, clasping his hand con vulsively as thoy reached tho door of the studio. "Amen !'' answered Stephen fer vently, returning tho pressure. Tho door opened and they entered. Tho room was emptv. "Sho is gono tired of waiting, per haps," murmured poor Anne, with a sigh ot relief. "No she is behind this curtain," an swered atophon, stepping up to n red merino curtain that hung across ono side ot the studio. "1 ilbert, allow rao to present you to Miss Anue Ply' inott." ' Ho drow tho curtain suddenly aside, and lo, thero in a hugo gold frame, Fil bert saw a full-length portrait of her. self. Sho uttered o cry of joy and running to Stephen, hid her blushing checks on his breast. , "You surely aro not surprised, Fil bert?" said Stephen, half reproachful ly. "1 am," sho answered. "I never dreamed of being so happy. What made you paint this picture, though?" "It was my way of asking you whether you would havo me. You havo no', answered vet, though, Fil bert."' Filbert took tlu young artist by the hand, and leading him up to tho pic ture, said, "There, Sir, is your bride. Why don't you kiss hor ?" "True," said Stephen, "I forgot that; but instead of kissing tho picture ho kiss-id lho original, who screamed a littlo, blushed more, called him hard names, and then nestled up closer to him than over. "Filbert," said Stephen, after a pause, "I intend to nsk the editor of tho to bo my bridesman." "I consent,'' cried Filbert gayly. "If he had paid mo for my poems'l snotild not have met vou that night, and-" ' b "I should not havo painted your pic ture?" "Tell your friend the editor, Stephen, that I have forsaken poetry foievor." "But you have not " "I have. Am I not going to bo mar ricd ?" Pursued by Cannibals. The London Standard prints a re markable story of adventure. It is a letter containing a plant hunter's ac count of his stewardship iu New Guinea. He was one of a parly of six sent out by tho proprietors of a Mel bourne newspaper to explore tho into rior of tho great island. "Iu our litllo schooner," ho says, "wo went up a very large liver oil" or two miles wide; the captain would not let us land, as ho wished to explore tho river first. This main river turned out to bo nn es tuary, though not known before. From it wo went up a new river, which was called tho Syme, for many miles, passing several mouths of other rivers, all now to white men, and which wero duly named. Wo were anxiously looking out lor natives or their villages, but saw none. All the way up for miles this Syuio was affect ed by the tides, but when receding we had to use alt our strength to fight against the powerful current to get up ward. Tho naturalist and I were of ten anxious to get on shore ; but no, our captain wanted to get to tho top of the river, or as far as wo could, and then return and begin land explora tions, we went up many miles, until tho current was so strong that wo could not get any farther. Wo could sea tho banks of tho river were closhed with lofty trees, palms, and in many instances ferns of largo dimensions. There was ono tree (I could not tell what it was) ono evening most bril liantly lit up with tito-Hics a most wonderful sight. "On our return down tho liver to ward tlio mouth of tho sea, whero wo ntended to begin exploring inland, wo saw a sight that made us shudder a largo number of canoes crammed ful of natives, cannibals. These wretches livo further round tho coast, nnd make periodical trips down tho coast to tho moro harmless natives, and clear them out, killing all before them. They are called the Dugarra men. They havo leciraated the coast tribes almost to a man. in some instances they take hem back and kill nnd eat them. Hero was a dilemma, and the force of tho current was fast taking us into their midst. We, however, managed to get our littlo schooner to tho wind ward and set hail, at tho samo timo as sisting her with all our power with tho lingv we Had. Might was coming on. so t hat wo managed to esoape through tho darkness. Tho next thing was. what to do. Our captain was sick ; he had been unwell for some days. At last, as a ruse, wo set all sails on the sohooner for up the river and abandon ed her, getting into the dingy and row ing to tho side of tho river. Having done this, wo sank tho dingy in tho mangroves that grew fearfully thick. Wo hoped thoy would see our schooner and wo should escape. Wo had to leave all behind except a few odds and ends wo could hurriedly get a littlo medicine, our guns, and some oatmeal and a fow biscuits. Wo thus started for tho coast, to find it through swamps and mangrove, every moment expect ing tho cannibal wretches at our feet. On we went, nnd at last, weary, made a bed on the ground whero best wo could. In lho morning we found our selves on tho edgo of a largo Hat of coiti gray soil, covered with pitcher plants ; but on wo went. Then wo catno to a largo creek or river ; had to get through as beet wo could tho blazing tropical sun overhead, the mi asmatic steam from tho swamps envel oping us. Some of us began to feel n touch of tho fever ; one got light- noancii lor awhile. Wo continued for three or four days at this game, and nothing to eat but dry oatmeal. One moining wo were crossing a native iiuuung ground, and presently, with out warning, a Biiear camo whizzinc iiiroiign tno air and struck ono of our men in tho foot, going clean through boot and foot. Wo thought our end had come, and determined to dio des- porately ; but tho natives decamped as quickly as wo mado up our minds to iigut it out, lor wo could not tind one. On wo went, and reached tho coast at last." Fish and Fowl at Ovh Shot r send you a particular incident that Imp. poucd with mo whilo going around the shore of a pond near Kalamazoo, Mich.. ill semen oi cr nn en mieu-a Ti,n morning s I c n oemr nvnr. ri nt duck in tho bushes, nnd upon wading nut to get it i noticed cnnsiderablo uuiiiiiiuiiuii umuiijj vim utisnes gust ue- VOIld tho duck, and Hllimnur.il nf nnnrcn that I had killed another duck. You can imagine my Astonishment when instead oi n auuk. l fnmui timi pound blaok bass with n No. 4 shot in its head was making the disturbance. 1 havo seen a nitrcon and n snnirmi killed with tho samo charge, but when . n .1. i ... VUU 1TCL HSU U1HI inw nr. Ilia aninn I mn it simply boats tho record. Forett ami aircarn. Electrio lighting is said to bo flour ishing moro in America than lu Eng land. Upwards of 90,000 lamps are alight every night in tho United Estates. A Leander of the Missouri, An Indian named Tsi-ung-cho.nng, ouo of tho nomads who havo been roaming about Bismark, D, T., and vi cinity for sonio time, performed a won derful feat recently in tho presenco of a fow admirers of his tribo who gath ered to witness his exhibition of daring nnd strength. The hero of tho tale is a strong, square-built, good-looking Indian, and his feat was to swim the Missouri with his left hand tied behind him, his re ward for this being tho hand and heart in marriage of a daughter of ono of liis fellow-scalpers. The wonder of tho fact was not only in swimming the treacherous stream with ono arm fast ened behind him, but in going in water almost as cold as ice, with his buck skin trowscrs on to catch the sand and threaten to pull him to tho bottom. At ten o'clock in tho morning tho daring follow was in readiness, and ad mirers, together with tho girl of his choice, wero on tho bank just above tho bridgo to seo him start. It was a thrilling and pathetic scene. The young gallant gazed up and down tho treacherous stream, whilo tho girl ki yied and sang in a wictd, mournful manner a seemingly plaintive love chant. It was n novel and certainly' interesting scene. Everything was in readiness. The young Indian, with a graceful wave of liis right hand, nnd amid tho encour aging shduts of tho other reds, shook the hand of tho fair prizo for which ho was risking his life, chopped off a lit tle aboriginal music in a sort of a good-by, halloo if-I-don't-see you-again air and plunged into tho river. A yell then went up from tho crowd of spec tators. Ilo struck out boldly, paddled himself along .villi one hand. When he reached the middle of tho stream he raised his arm and went straight down, disappearing beneath tho muddy surface. As lho water closed over him tho maiden, who had been watching every movement with interest, manifested great norvous ex citement, and just as she was about to jump into tlio frail canoe, which was half launched, her lover appeared with a careless toss of the head, and his raven locks floated upon tho surging waters. As ho neared tho opposite shore the admiring braves, led by the girl, be gan waving their hands and singing a song of joy, and when he reached tho bank and stood facing his admirers, loud wero tho exclamations of glad ness sent up from tho point where he started. It's No Use. The real, solemn fact is that no body, man or woman, statesman or tramp, can strike an icy spot in public and go cavorting around to bring up with a crash on tho flagstones without feeling moro or less poisoned against tho wholo world. At such a time any words of consolation yon may offer are like cranberry sauce offered to a man with tho lockjaw. Recently ns a woman of 50 years and 180 pounds was passing the city hall she struck tho spot which had been looking for her ever since tho first freczo-up. An exclamation of aston ishment was followed by a yell of alarm, and while she wns wondering what mado the sidewalk bob around so she sat down in four Paris styles. Close behind her was a philanthropist, and as he rushed to her assistance ho said : "Never mind, madam, tho day is coming when everybody will bo pro vided with air-cushions, nnd a fall will mako our porous plasters stick the ighter. Allow me to send a messen ger for a derrick to hoist you on your iiiin .iiaiii. fcho refused his offer, and after a struggle reached her feet. Then she seized tho fence with ono hand, and waving tho other in the air she scream ed out: "Air-cushions ! Derricks ! Pins 1 Porous plasters 1 you old bow-legged, bald-headed bean-pole, if my husband don't hunt you down and make you eat your own ears I won't livo with him another day' Go on with you 1" And tho broken-hearted man went on. Detroit Free l'ress. The Inauguration. Tho executive committee on inaugu ral ceremonies having extended nn in- vitation to tlio .National Guard of Ponn sylvan'a to participate in the parade incident to the inauguration of Grovor Cleveland as President of tho United States, and this invitation having been accepted tho division will parade in Washington, l. u., March a, 1885. Tho quartermaster's department will furnish the necessary transportation for troops and brigado bands. No trans portation will bo furnished for their horses. Tho quarters and subsistence must bo supplied by and iu chargo of respective regimental, battalion and in dependant company organizations. Tho troops will parado in full uniform of tho National Guard of Pennsylvania, great coats, oianKct bags, haversacks and canteens, and will carry three days' cooked rations. On tho morning of tho parado each brigade will be inspect ed by the brigado inspector, and any oflicor or enlisted man not fully equip- lcii iu inu umiuiin us prt'uenueu in general orders No. 5, C. S. 1880, Ad jutant General's office, will not be per- milieu to paraut. nrigauo command ers aud staff, commanding officers of regiments nnd bUlnlions must parade mounted. Specifb instructions and de tailed movement of troops will bo pub- usueu inter. Heavy Defalcation. "I understand," said a man to an ac quaintance, "that you are no longer postmaster at lloruville." I'That's a fact." "Did you resign ?" "No they shoved mo out." "What for ?" 'Misappropriation of funds, they said." "But you nro not guilty, aro you?" "Well, I camo out fifty cents short." "That all t Thoy should have mado no complaint about bo small an amount. "Only fifty cents ?'' "That's all." "That's Btrango. What was the to tal amount of receipts during tho entire ytar ?" "3eventy-3vo ctnts." Arkansas Traueler.
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