6 THE MOUNTAIN STREAM. I rts» exultant from the mountain's crown, Leaping, sparkling, Through dark anil rooky courses rushing down. Shining, darkling, 112 throw my spray to ki»s the ferns and daisies And keep them green; The harebell and the lily sing my praises And o'er me lean. X tarry not within the shady dlnglo To rest and sleep, But with the rugged rocks I rudely mingle And rush and leap, The precipice Invites me to Its bonder But cannot keep, I spring impetuous trom each would-be warder And downward sweep. X bear along the pebbles and the grasses In merry play, And many a bow'der In the narrow passes I turn "tstray; Curvetting. dan-:lng to my music springing, I haste along. ITar down the hillside all my treasure flinging Of happy song. —Edlah G. Jiawkes, In Springfield (Mass.) Republican. PART V. CHAPTER XXVI.—CONTINUE®. We were both of us capsized in a sec ond, and both of us rolled, almost to gether, into the scuppers, the dead red cap, with his arms still spread out, tumbling stiftly after us. So near were we, indeed, that my heud came against the cockswain's foot with a crack that tnade uiy teeth rattle. Blow and all, I was the first afoot again, for Hands had got involved with the dead body. The sudden canting of the ship had made the deck no place for running on; I had to find some new way of es cape, and that upon the instant, for my foe was almost touching me. Quick as thought I sprang into the mizzen shrouds, rattled up hand over hand, and did not draw a breath till I was seated on the cross-trees. I had been saved by being prompt; the dirk had struck not a half foot be low me, as I pursued my upward flight; and there stood Israel Bands with his mouth open and face upturned to mine, a perfect statae of surprise and disap pointment. iS'ow that I had a moment to iny tself, I lost no time in changing the priming of my pistol, and then, having oue ready for service, and to make as surance doubly sure, I proceeded to draw the load of the other and re charge it afresh from the beginning. My new employment struck Hands all of a heap; he began to see the dice gxiing against him; and after an ob vious hesitation, he again hauled him self heavily into the shrouds, and, with ■dirk in his teeth, began slowly and pain fully to mount. It cost him no end •of time and groans to haul his wounded leg behind him, and I had quietly fin ished my arrangements before he was much more than a third of the way up. Then, with a pistol in either hand, I addressed him. "One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out! Dead men don't bite, you know," I added, with a chuckle. He stopped instantly. I could see by the workings of his face that he was trying to think, and the process was eo slow and laborious that, in my new found security, I laughed aloud. At la«t, with a swallow or two, he spoke, his face still wearing the same expres sion of extreme perplexity. In order .Jo speak he had to take the dagger -egan to think of clearing it from its last passenger—the dead man, O'Brien. lie had pitched. as I have said, against the bulwark?, where he lay like some horrible, ungainly sort of puppet; life size, indeed, but how different from life's color or life's comeliness! In that position I could easily have my way with him, and as the habit of tragical adventures had worn off almost all my terror for the dead, I took him by the waist as if he had been a sack of bran and, with one good heave, tumbled him overboard. lie went in with a sounding plunge, the red cap came off and re mained floating on the surface, and as soon as the splash subsided I could see him and Israel lying side by side, both wavering with the tremulous movement of the water. O'Brien, though still quße a young man, was very bald. There he lay, with that bald head across the knees of the man who had killed him and the quick fishes steering to and fro over both. I was now alone upon the ship; the tide had just turned. The sun was within so few degrees of setting that already the shadow of the pines upon the western shore began to reach right across the anchorage and fall in pat terns on the deck. The evening breeze had sprung up, and though it was well warded off by the hill with the two peaks upon the east, the cordage had be gun to sing a little softly to itself and the idle sails to rattle to and fro. I began to see a danger to the ship. The jibs I speedily doused and brought With a choked cry, the cockswain plunged Into the water. tumbling to the deck; but the mainsail was a harder matter. Of course, when the schooner canted over the boom had swung out-board and the cap of it and 3 foot or two of sail hung even under water. I thought this made it still more dangerous; yet the strain was so heavy that I half feared to meddle. At last I got my knife and cut the halyardy. The peak dropped instantly, a great belly of loose canvas floated broad upon the. water, and since, pull as I liked, I could not budge the downhaul, that was the extent of what I could accom plish. For the rest, the "Hispaniola" must trust to luck, like myself. liy this time the whole anchorage had fallen into shadow—the last rays, I re member, falling through a glade of the wood and shining, bright as jewels, on the flowery mantle of the wreck. It. began to be chill, the tide was rapidly fleeting seaward, the schooner settling more and more on her beam-ends. I scrambled forward and looked over. It seemed shallow enough and, holding the cut hawser in both hands for a last security, I let myself drop softly over board. The water scarcely reached tny waist, the sand was firm and covered with ripple marks, and I waded ashore in great spirits, leaving the "Hispani ola" on her side, with her mainsail trail ing wide upon the surface of the bay. About the same time the sun went fair ly down and the breeze whistled low in the dusk among the tossing pines. At least, and at last, 1 was off the sea, nor had I returned thence empty handed. There lay the schooner, clear at last from buccaneers and ready for our own men to board and get to sea again. I had nothing nearer my fancy than to get home to the stockade and boast of my achievements. Possibly I might be blamed a bit for my truantry, but the recapture of the "Hispaniola" was a clinching answer, and 1 hoped that even Capfc. Smollett would con fess I had not lost my time. So thinking, and in famous spirits, I began to set my face homeward for the block-house and my companions. I re membered that the most easterly of the rivers which drain into Capt. Kidd's anchorage ran from the two-peaked hill upon my left, and I bent my course in that direction that I might pass the ; stream while it was small. The wood CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, rHURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1898. was pretty open, and, keeping along the lower spurs, I soon turned the cor ner of that hill, and not long after waded to the mid-calf across the water course. This brought me near to where I en countered Ben Ounn, the maroon, and I walked more circumspectly, keeping an eye on every side. The dusk had come nigh hand completely, and, as I opened out the cleft between the two peaks, I became aware of a waver ing glow against the sky, where, as I judged, the man of the island was cook ing his supper before a roaring tire. And yet I wondered, in my heart, that he should show himself so careless. For if I could see this radiance, might it not reach the eye of Silver himself where he camped upou the shore among the marshes? Gradually the night fell blacker; it was all I could do to guide my self even roughly toward my des tination; the double hill behind me and the Spy-glass on my right hand loomed faint and fainter; the stars were few and pale; and in the low ground where I wandered I kept tripping among the bushes and rolling into sandy pits. Suddenly a kind of brightness fell about me. I looked up; a pale glim mer of moonbeams had alighted on the summit of the Spy-glass, and soon aft er I saw something broad and silvery moving low down behind the trees, and knew the moon had risen. With this to help me I passed rapid ly over what remained to me of my journey; and, sometimes walking, sometimes running, impatiently drew near to the stockade. Yet, as I began to thread the grove that lies before it, I was not so thoughtless but that I slacked my pace and went a trifle war ily. It would have been a poor end to my adventures to get shot down by my own party in mistake. The moon was climbing higher and higher; its light began to fall here and there in masses through the more open districts of the wood, and right in front of me a glow of a different color appeared among the trees. It was red and hot, and now and' again it was a little darkened—as it were the embers of a bonfire smoldering. For the life of me I could not think what it might be. At last I came right down upon the borders of the clearing. The western end was already steeped in moonshine; the rest, and the block-house itself, still lay in a black shadow, checkered with long silvery streaks of light. On the oth er side of the house an immense Are had burned itself into clear embers, and shed a steady, red reverberation, con trasted strongly with the mellow pale ness of the moon. There was not a soul stirring, nor a sound beside the noises of the breeze. I stopped, with much wonder in my heart, and perhaps a little terror also. It had not been our way to build great fires; we were, indeed, by the cap tain's orders, somewhat niggardly of firewood; and I began to fear that something had gone wrong while I was absent. I stole round by the eastern end, keeping close in shadow, and at a con venient place where the darkness was thickest, crossed the palisade. To make assurance surer, I got upon my hands and knees, and crawled, with out a word, toward the corner of the house. As I drew nearer, my heart was suddenly und greatly lightened. It was not a pleasant noise in itself, and I had often complained of it at other times, but just then it was like music to hear my friends snoring to gether so loud and peaceful in their sleep. The sea-cry of the watch, that beautiful "All's well," never fell more reassuringly on my ear. In the meantime, there was no doubt of one 'thing; they kept an infamous bad watch. If it had been Silver and his lads th'at were now creeping in on them, not a soul would have seen daybreak. That was what it was, thought I, to have the captain wounded; and again I blamed myself sharply for leaving them in that danger with so few to mount guard. By this time I had got to the door and stood up. All was dark Within, so that I could distinguish nothing by the eye. As for sounds, there was the steady drone of the snorers, and a small occa sional noise, a flickeringor pecking that I could in no way account for. With my arms before me I walked steadily in. I should lie down in my own place (I thought, with a silent chuckle) and enjoy their faces when they found me in the morning. My foot struck something yielding—it was a sleeper's leg; and he turned and groaned, but without awaking. And then, all of a sudden, a shrill voice broke forth out of the darkness: "Pieces of eight! pieces of eight! pieces of eight! pieces of eight! pieces of eight!" and so forth, without pause or change, like the clacking of a tiny mi!'. Silver's green parrot, Capt. Flint! It was s'he whom I had heard peckingat a piece of bark; it was she, keeping bet ter watch than any human being, whc thus announced my arrival with her wearisome refrain. I li'ad no time left me to recover. At the sharp, clipping tone of the parrot, the sleepers awoke and sprung up; and with a mighty oath, the voice of Silver cried: "Who goes?" I turned to run, struck violently against one person, recoiled, and ran full into the arms of a second, who, for his part, closed upon and held me tight "Bring a torch. Dick," said Silver, when my capture was thus assured. And one of the men left the log-house, and presently returned with a lighted brand. [TO BE CONTINUED] Step Wn* Xecemiary. Mrs. Kruger—l understand that Mr Tallmaii kissed you on the steps last night. Miss Kruger—Why, yes. mamma; he'« so tall he had to. —Odds and Ends. A LITTLE NONSENSE "My husband is bard to please." "He must, have changed considerably since his marriage."—Vanity Fair. Tagleigh—"What is the Spanish method of defense?" Wagleigh—"Es tablishing an alibi."—Town Topics. Birdie —"There's a Frenchman be hind us; I'd better tell you this in English." Bertie—"On the contrary, you'd be safer if you were to speak French."—Judy. Polite Young Man (in street car) — "You are at liberty, madam, to take my seat." Woman Suffragist (flaring up)—"No liberties, sir; 110 liberties!" —Host on Herald. "I used to fondly hope that some day 1 wouTd have lots of money." "And now?" "Now I would be thank ful if I could only dream, some night, that I was rich."—Chicago Daily News. "Did you get back that gold five dol lars which your little boy swallowed?" "No; the doctor saidi he would keep it in memory of on«j of the most re markable cases that have come under his observation."—Goteborgs Afton blad. The governess was giving lit tie Tom my a grammar lesson the other day. "An abstract noun," she said, "is the name of something which you can think of but not touch. Can you give me an example?" Tommy—"A red-hot poker!"—Bangor News. Mrs. (ireene—"Now, tell me truly, do you believe it is any benefit to pun ish children?" Mrs. Bercli—"Certain ly. You can't imagine how much bet ter I feel after I've given Tom andi Mabel a good trouncing."—San Fran cisco Kvening Post. VISIT TO EL MISTL It In u l.antc nml ftfaril ( limit to llnr* vurd'a MetenroloM'lcal Station There. To the Harvard university belongs the credit of having established the highest meteorological station in the world. It is nearly four miles above the sea level, and is situated on the summit of El Misti,a quiescent volcano near Arequipa, l'eru. The main sta tion connected with the Harvard ob servatory is at Arequipa itself at an altitude of 3,050 feet. There are seven other stations at varying altitudes, including one at the base of K! Misti, 13.700 feet above the sea level. The one on the summit is at an alritude of 10,200, about 3,500 feet higher than the meteorological station on Mount Blanc. These observatories were es tablished under the will of I'riah A. Boyden in 1801 and subsequent years, the one on the summit of K1 Misti be ing started in October, 189;$, by Prof. Solon I. Bailey, then in charge of the Arequipa observatory, after an un satisfactory trial of a station estab lished by Prof. William H. Pickering in the preceding year on Chareani at an elevation of 16,050 feet. The trip to the summit is by no means an easy one, and the altitude of the Misti is so great that almost everyone going up suffers from moun tain sickness. Although it has thus far been impossible, in view of the great altitude and the distance of the Misti station, to secure complete and continuous records from it, still the broken records which have been ob tained are sc interesting that this to a considerable extent makes up for their fragmental character. The writer visited the Misti station twice during a recent stay of three months in Arequipa. The t rip up and back oc cupies two days, and is accomplished entirely on muleback. It is, of course, an extremely for tunate circumstance that no phys ical exertion need be made in the ascent, for if persons unaccustomed to climbing at high altitudes were obliged togo on foot up the moun tains they would doubtless suffer se verely from mountain sickness, for it is well known that exercise always increases the disagreeable symptoms of this malady. At the height of 13,400 feet, where it was necessary to walk about 300 feet slightly uphill to visit the instru ment shelter, the writer was obliged to walk slowly, and even then got quite out of breath, but no consider able effects of the altitude were no ticed until after the arrival at the "M. B." hut. at the altitude of 15.700 feet. Here the slight exertion of dis mounting from the mule and walking into the hut brought on a violent headache, and the feeling of exhaus tion was so great that any cxerei-e, even of the most trifling chnraeetr, seemed impossible. While the ascent of the Misti is a very easy one, and is not for a mo ment to be compared to the difficult climb up such mountains as Acon cagua or Mont Blanc, the altitude is so great that a study of the physio logical effects it produces is interest ing. The writer fared very well, bet ter. in fact, than most of those who have made the ascent. One of the former assistants of the observatory, to be sure, made the trip more than 50 times, and never experienced any discomfort, and one gentleman was so well on the summit that he was able to smoke there. These, how ever.are the exceptions. Almost every one has headache, nausea and a feel ing of intense weakness, and ma try are subject to faintness. The experience of the native guides, who are of mixed Spanish and Indian blood, is very striking in contrast to that of for eigners. These natives are usually able to walk all the way to the sum mit from the hitf without any diffi culty, and feel as well on the top as they do at the base.—Boston Tran script. A rll I I'm pn tin 11 on. The Chinese liave devoted tht*m selves for nearly 4,000 years to the artificial propagation of fishes, shell fishes and fowls, pearls and sponge* —Chicago Inter Ocean. KNOWLEDGE ENOUGH. Although She Wa» from Hoiton She Cared Mot (or a Higher Sub ject Thau Means. Notwithstanding her nose turned up, there were specs on it, and she was from Boston, which may be considered to he competent testimony that heredity isn't everything. She was visiting in Brooklyn before the hot ■pell and the tirst young man she met was one who prides himself on his intellectuals. Whether anyone else does or not is another story. As it happened, the young man had an opportunity shortly after the meeting to talk with the young woman alone, and he did not fail to throw a few brains at her. "Ah, Miss Sophia," he said, with a soulful yearn in his gentle voice, "1 presume you at tend several of the numerous schools of phil osophy in whir#i Boston is so rich and Brook lyn is so poor?" '1 am sorry," she hesitated, "but really, Mr. Blank, I do not attend any." "Indeed, and do you feel no interest in any of the concepts of modern philosophic thought? ' "None whatever, I fear," and she really seemed to be sorry to have been so careless of her golden, giorions opportunities. "And does not the subjective idealism of existence in delightful Boston profoundly affect the reality of your Ego?" "So far I have not observed that it did," she said, apologetically. "How can it be possible?" he exclaimed. 'The sphere of your knowledge must be far wider than it is with us." "No," she answered, measuring her words carefully. "I should say it was not. Don't vou know as long as we Bostonians know beans when the bag's open we don't worry overmuch about the rest of it. Why should we? Isn't that enough for us to know?" THE APPARENT REASON. She neaillly Accounted for the Can stunt Wearing of tile Haloa. Dotty sat on a stool beside her mother looking at the pictures in an old church book. There were angels and' cherubim and harpists galore, and in them the child found much to interest her. The last pic ture in the book was of a dozen or more angels floating on the clouds. Above the head of each shone the symbolic halo. Those halos bothered Dotty. She had never seen such a head dress and she was perplexed. After a minute's thought she held the book up to her mother a red said: "See, mamma, the ladies what's got wings and funny things on their heads." The mother looked. "Those are angels, dear," she said. "And what's the funny rings on their heads, mamma?" the child asked. "Those are halos, Dotty." "Does they wear them always, mamma? Does all angels wear them?" "Yes, Dotty. All angels wear them and they wear them all the time." "When they's in the house?" "Yes, Dotty." "When they's asleep?" "Yes." _"I guess they wears their halos all the time, mamma, 'cause they're afraid if they took 'em off and hung 'em on the hat rack they'd get broke, don't they ?"—Detroit Free Press. When They Knew IIIm. "There are plentv of women who would be glad to get me," he said. "Very likely," she replied, pointedly, "but none of them would cure to keep you after she once had you." He went outdoors to say what he wanted to say after that thrust. He felt that he couldn't do justice to it in the house.—Chi cago Post. A SOLDIER'S ESCAPE. From the Democrat-Message, Mt. Sterl ing, 111. When Richmond had fallen and the great commanders had met beneath the historic apple tree at Appomattox, the 83d Penn sylvania Volunteers, prematurely aged, clad rin tattera and rags, broken in body but of dauntless spirit, swung into line for the last "grand re view" and then quietly marched away to begin life's fray anew amid the hills and valleys of the Keystone State. Among the number Asa Robinson came back to the old home in Mt. Sterling, 111., back to the fireside that he had left at the call to arms four years previous. Hs went away a happy, healthy farmer boy r> „, in the first flush of The Soldier * Tletnm. vjgorol|3 lnanhood; ne came back a ghost of the self that an swered to President Lincoln's call for "300,- 000 more." To-day he is an alert, active man and tells the story of his recovery as follows: "1 was a great sufferer from sciatica rheu matism almost from the time of my dis charge from the army. Most of the time I was unfitted for manual labor of any kind, and my sufferings were at all times intense. At times I was bent almost double, and got around only with the greatest difficulty. Nothing seemed to give me permanent re lief until three years ago, when my atten tion was called to some of the wonderful cures effected by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. I had not taken more than half a box when I noticed an improvement in my condition, and I kept on improving steadily. I took three boxes of the pills, and at the end of that time was in better con dition than at any time since the close of my army serviee. Since then I have never been bothered with rheumatism. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People is the only rem edy that ever did me any good, and to them 1 owe my restoration to comparative health. They are a grand rempdy." I'nahaken t'ontidt-nce. "It's always pretty safe to judge a man by the company he keeps." "Oh, 1 don't know. There are exceptions. My Uncle John's business makes it neces sary for him to associate with aldermen a good deal, and still I'd trust him with every dollar I've got in the world. —Chicago Even ing News. TTis An-iver. —Little Ikey—"Fader, vot jsh 'untoldt vealth?' " Old Swindiebatim— "Dot vich der tax assessor dond't findi oudt •boudt, mein solin." —Puck. 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The long white beard of the farmer gave him a patriarchial appearance, and while ho was approaching the students they arranged to give him a "jollying," which eventually terminated in the discomfiture of the youths. One of t.hem doffed his hat with great respect as he said: "Good morning. Father Abraham." The second saluted the farmer saying: "Good morning. Father Isaac." Hayes, not to be outdone in politeness, extended his hand as he said: "Good morning, Father Jacob." Ignoring the outstretched hand of Hayes the farmer replied: "Gentle men, you are mistaken in the man. I am neither Abraihatn, Isaac nor Jacob, but Saul, the son of Kish, who was sent out to seek his father's asses, and, lo! I have found them." —Detroit Free Press. Ily Art of CongrfM. Mr. Johnson —I'se in favor ob da Anglo-Saxon alliance eb'ry time! Mr. Black—G'wan! Yu' ain't no An glo-Saxon. "C'ou'se I is! We's all Anglo-Saxons sence de fifteent' 'mendment wuz passed.—Puck. 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