Evelution of a North American Clvy, The evolution of the North American city may be studied to better advantage along the North Pacific route than any- where else, We touch towus at every stage of development, The youngest settlements are on the newest part of the line, and that is under the west slope of the Rockies, be: tween Terra Firma and Missonla, Here ou survey the town in its earliest in- ancy. There is a railroad station with a name and a siding and nothing further. A canvas-top wagon stands near the track, Four horses or mules are teth- ered close by, The settler has driven stakes and pitched a comfortable tent, large enough to contain two black wal- nut bedsteads, a table and other furni- ture. His wile sits in a rocking chair near the flap, watching the train as it passes, From two to a half dozen | youngsters are tumbling around in the sun. The cook stove is outdoors, with such other property as cannot be stored in the tent. The citizen himself is not far off, hard at work already npon the frame of the building in which he ex- ts to make his permanent residence, en comes another wagon with more household furniture and childre. The location of the second tent us in rela- tion to the first perhaps determines the bearings of the main business street of the city. By the tame there are three or four wagons on the ground, and two or three frame buildings in process of con- struction, another sort of tent appears as if by magic, with “Saloon” in big letters across the front, Cowboys begin to ride in and buy whisky. The town becomes a pont of commercial import- ance. The saloon teut is the germ of the future Board of Trade, Now we get by rapid strides to well- established communities, which date their origin ten or twelve months beck, like Gladstone and Dickinson in Dakota and Billings and Livingstone in Mon- tana. If built on the prairie they look like toy villages arranged by a child on a brownish yellow carpet. Lhe prairie towns of Dakota have a more orderly | and st the same time a less real appear- | neighborivg territory. It seems indis- creet to leave them out at night on the | wind swept plait. The first street 1s always parallel with the railroad track, extending each way from the station. The second street runs off at nght angles, and if the growth of the town continues it usually becomes in time the more importast highway. Other streets are laid out, right and left, shanties and brick build- ings spring up side by side, and in a few | fhonths the real estate agentis prepared to exhibit a city map, plotted on a scale that would suit a place with 20,000 in- habitants, and to give you your choice of town lots at from $25 to $2000 apiece. It is only about a year since the first house was erected in Billings, Now | there are nearly 500 bouws, and the | population is well up to 2500, It bas a brick church, a bank, several schools, three newspapers, three hotels and a horse railroad, BStatisties of population however, are of trifling value in towns that double their inhabitants in a few weeks or a few months, The eocial and business development of the town generally follows this order: Saloons, stores in the necessaries of life are sold, gambling establishments, daily newspapers, schoolhouses, a bank, a church, a wholesale store, a jail. Fora time the saloons and the newspapers, struggle for numerical supremacy. The appearance of the jail marks a distinct epoch in the erystalization of society. The jail at Lavingstone, the newest of the cities, was just finished, and bad no inmates, It is a one-story structure of brick and stucco, standing next to a log | house with red shades in the windows and tbis sign over the door: *‘Miss Crickett’s Palace.” The jal at Bozeman which 18 comparatively an old place, contained twenty-seven prisoners, seven of whom were held for murder soins A A Oriskany The Oriskany monument will be completed shortly so far as the stone shaft is concerned, and the bronze tab- lets for the panels which break the four sides of the base are in course of prepa- "ration. For these tablets and the or- dering of the ground the sum of $2,000 is still needed. The shaft and pedestal are eighty-four and a half feet high. One of the tablets is to bear the follow- ing. imscription, written by Professor Edward Worth, of Hamilton Col- lege: — ‘Here was fought the battle of Oriskany on the 6th day of August, 1777, here British invasion wis | checked and twarted: here General | Nicholas Herkimer, intrepid leader of | the American forces, though mortally | wounded, kept command of the fight | till the enemy had fled. The life-blood of more than two hundred patriot he- roes made this baltle-giound sacred forever.—This monument was built A. D. 1883, in the year of Independence 107, by grateful dwellers in Mohawk Valley, unaer the direction of the Oneida Historical Society, aided by the National Govercment and the State of Now York.” a A lI RI —— Frouk soup, Put some dry flour in a fryivgpan, and shake is lightly over a clear, not too Lot, fire until it becomes a golden brown, While still kot, pour over it a sufficient quantity of milk to form the soup, It will of course, en- tirely depend on the number of persons to partake of it, Add plenty of white sugar and powdered cinpamon, Cook this mixture very carefully, turning it round gently, always in one direction, with a silver spoon, like a custard, At the momment of serving, this soup must be thickened with the yolks of eggs ; triea croutons, fingers of bread toasted brown, or crusted ordinary captain's biscuit, are eaten with it, lo- stead of browned flour, plam rice flour cafi bé used, which need not He heated, Bosrox Brown BreaD —~Two cups each corn meal, graham flour and sour milk, 1 of molasses, 1 teaspoon soda, stesan four hours, Continue to cultivate and keep clean #!l hoed und growing crops, and prevent the formation of a crust, “NEVER MIND,” What's the use of always fretting At the trials we shall find Ever strewn along our pathway? Travel on and “never mind.” Travel onward, working, hoping; Cast no iingering glance behind At the trials once encountered, Look ahead and “never mind.” What is past is past forever; Let all fretting be resigned, It will never help the matter Do your best and “never mind. And if those whe might befriend you, Whom the ties of nature bind, Should refuse to do their duty, Look to heaven and ‘‘never mind," Friendly words are often spoken When the feelings are unkind; Take them for their real value, Pass them by aud “never mind,” Fate may threaten, clouds may lower, Enemies may be combined; If vour trust in God is steadfast, He will help yon, “never mind » pr: lt aha BRIGHTEST AND BEST, “‘Ouly three days now to Christmas,” said Jones, joyfully; to merry Chriit- mas, : “Ah, it seems as if I could scarcely wait,” “The click-click of the machines was keeping up a noise like the descent of a ggantio hail-storm slong the nar- row looms of the factory, the steambelts that supplied the motive power were whirling swifily, sud the workers, ranged in a row, sat guiding the long stripe cloth under the glittering needles, Outside, the December sky was al- ready darkening for the storm-clouded sunset, and pives snd cedars that fringed the monuntain side, were tossing their arms wildly to the wind, Ruth Harpet's machine was next wo that of Mary Jones, “Merry Christmas—is it, then, so merry to you?’ she repeated, with a Gh, 1 forgot, You have of “Yes,” nodded Mary, ‘All our peo- We are were little to hang a stead to spend Christmas, f wi i children, and grandpa 18 Oh it will be fun, Bat Ruth, why don’t you go home for Christ- mas?’ she questioned, eagerly, +] Bkve no home,” said Rath, shrug- shoulders, *‘except at Mrs, Laffert’s.” «Christmas at a boarding-house,” said Mary, with arched eyebrows, “Ob, that can’t be pleasant at all.” Just then the foreman came striding past, “We're guing to turn off steam di rectly,” said Le. “It dont fairly pay to hight up the place at night, and our hands hike to get home afore dark.” Which: was natural enough, for Ben- place in those chill winter twilights, and some of the Biris lived several miles AWAY. And presently the mixty or seventy hands are dispersing in all directions, some laughing and pelting each other with snow-balle, Some striving against the keen north west wind, Some clus- tered in little knots—some all slone, Amongst these last was Ruth Harper, and as she decended the stesp mountain path, where the monster rastied mysteriously in the wind, she repeated to hemeldl: *‘Merry Christmas! It is ‘merry’ to every one but me, Why should I be shut out from the general rejoicing of the world? And I will vot bel I'll make a werry Christmas for myself, I'll go to old Mrs. Cappel's, the lone- liest and most forsaken creature, except myself, that I know of, and we'll spend our Christmas together, Perhaps some Luman kindness and companion- ship will cheer her up a little. I am quite sure that it will do me good and keep me from turning into a were lump of selfichness,” Bath Harper went home and counted up her slender stock of money—not very much, we may be sure—and in her own mind she appeinted it to various kindly uses, She had been alone all her life, this dark-eyed factory girl. Her earliest associations had been the high, bleak wails and bloe-checked uniform of an orphan asylum. ¥rom the very be- ginning, life had been a struggle with her, There was one time—when she kept the district school at the foot of the mountains, before the factory wheels had begun to buzz and the spirit of commercial enterprise had entered into their lonesom glens— when she had fancied thatJohn Cappel, the handsome, res! less grandson of this very friendless old dame with whom she proposed to spend her solitary Christmas, cared a little for her, And then life seemed to assume 8 more roseate hue, aud all the world was different for awhile, But John Cappel went away and never told her that he loved her. He was coming back when he made his fortune, he said, with that sanguine siriness which belongs to one and many, But he had never come, and Rath Harper had put all that part of her life away into the dark chambers of the past, trying to think of it as seldom as possible, “What is the use?” she said to her- self sadly, She went to the village the next day, after work hours, and bought a little five-pound turky, and peck of red apples, sod a quart of rosy cranberries, Aud she stood before the baker's wind ow for some time, thoughtfully con. sidering which of the Christmas cakes she should buy, finally deciding on one frosted over with sugar lillies struck with searlet berries, “Dollar and a quarter is a good deal to pay for s cake,” she pondered, But, then, Christmas eowes but once a year, and grandmother Cappel used to be fond of cake,” keeper, was there, pinching bony turkeys under the wi pricing forlorn looking geen, for da lon snd wrung over ee, ag Pine ao Harper. = “Eh?” said she, “'fraid I won't give ye enongh to eat? Buying fruit and cakes for yourself?” No," said Buth quietly, “I am go- itig to spend Ohristmas with a friend.” “Woe don't make deduction of a single day ofl,” said Mrs, Liffert sharply. «Neither do I expect it of you,” said Ruth biting her up, And the boarding-house keeper went chuckling on her way, Old Mrs, Cappel sat, all alone, in the dreary little cabin, perched high up on the mountain-side, The wind was from the enst--a quarter that never agreed with her rbenmatism snd the fire smoualdered, and her oatmeal porridge had been scorched by tue widow Perkins, who came in, by fits and starts, to **do” for her, It ain't no use,” said Mrs, Cappel, this way. got to bring in the wood me! wio's Come reach 1t; and—-bless a-tappin’ at the door? ever you bel Harper!” “Yes,” in, who- said Rath brightly, as baskets, packages and parcels. Santa Claus, Mrs, Cappel. I've to spend Christmas with you. bot aloue in the old mad, do better than to eat turkey together?” “I'm mortal glad to see ye,” said the eld woman, And that's a tine fat bird, if it aia't so extra large, too, and a loaf o’ company cake! world—widow I de- I've tasted cake before! And [ smell real gunpowder tes; aod there's a paper white loaf Bat p’praps, my dear, if you put a log on the fire, I shouldn't feel quite chill and ereepy along my poor old bones!’ And Rath Harper built up the brushed up the hearts, and went into the woods for branches of cedar, and spruce, and hemlock, which she disposed of over the irnuken Ways, aud above the mar the window-castin 4 little room looked like a forest bower i a transformatic She put on the little saucpan of berries to stew, and busied herself preparing the turkey, with plenty of thyme and bread-crumb stulling, for the oven, while old Mrs, Cappel kept up a careless stream of talk. How badly the world in general bad How careless the widow o' fire, out 3 GOOT i BCL, Cran- town allowed her dollar and a quarter a mouth for “keeping an eye” ou the solitary inhabitaut of the moun- tain cottage, How her nephe #, Isase, to whom she had caused the widow Perkins to write, volunteering a Christmas wisit, had speedily sent back word that every room in the house was occupied, and that her visit would be highly inopportune, How Bill Risley's wile, her cousin removed, had taken no of notice of the letter which had been dis. 1d to her, asking for something to y & new winter shawl “Nobody cares nothing about me no more,” said Mrs. Cappel very sorr tually, “But I care,” said Ruth softly. Here, indeed, was some one more for- jorn and more solitary than herself gome one for whom she, powerless she was, could help to make a Christmas, “1% is as easy for me to go back forth to the fac ory in here as Mrs, Liffert’s, 1 will come anda stay witn you, Mes, Cappel. 1 have a very pice grey shawl which I don't often Wear, edged sacque, if you will take the shawl, And yeu don’t know what 8 good cook I can be, May I come, Mrs, Cappel?” “My dear,” said the old woman, with tears in her pleased eyes, "1 do believe one Oca sort FW ha merry all right again,” Christmas came, all wrapped and mantied in pearly spow, and Mrs, Cap- pel's lonely cabin was glowing with firelight and warmth, while she herself, in a clean cap trimmed with Liack rib- bons, sat basking before the blazinglogs, and Bath Harper, with a bunch of soar- let berries pinned into her black barr, was dishing up the Christmas dinner, when she glanced out of the window and gave a littie start, “Some one is coming!’ she said very quickly. Mrs, Cappel stretched her neck to BOO, “Well, I declare,” said she, My old eyes isn’t as good ss they used to be, and the sun on the snow makes a dreadful giave, bui 1 believe that's our John, He's come dack., He's made his fortune, Our John, my son Martin's only boy, as we all s'posed was dead and buried long ago.” Sbe began to tremble all over, eyes fillod with tears, “Don’t leave me, dear Ruth,” she falt- ered, “keep bold of my hand. For I'm very old, and all this seems like a dream,” In another minute John Cappel dashed into the room, his heavy boots sodden with melting snow, his brown, bearded face flushed with the exercise of climb- ing the mountainside, “Don't be frightened, granny,” said he, cheerily; ‘‘it’s only me, And I've fancied how this bright fireside would look all the way up the mountain, “Why,” glancing around him, “this is Christmas cheer, indeed. And there is Ruth Harper with you, looking exaot- ly as she looked ten years ago.” “Have you made your fortune?” said Ruth, pink bg to smile as he wrung her and, “Not a bit of 1,” said Jolm, with a great breexy langh, “but I've come in- to a little learning of common sense. 1 decided to leave off mining aad to come home to work granny I's farm among the mountain pastares. How say you, Rath--is it wise or not?” “Very wise,” said Ruth, “Only is 1t not rather late to arrive at such a oon. clusion?” “Is it?" said Cappel wistially, *‘Is it Her inte to nsk you, Ruth, if you will stand shoulder to shoulder with me in my battle with fate? Look into my eyes, Ruth, and answer me.” “Dipper iv ready,” said the factory girl shyly, “But you must give me my reply first,” insisted Cappel relentlessly, hold- ing both her hands in his, “What shall 1 tell him, grandma?” said Ruth, laughing and cdloring, yet making no attempt to withdraw her hand. “Tell him yes,” said Mrs, Cappel. And what conld Rath do but obey this nouble behest? lath Harper did not go back to the factory, Bhe was homeless no longer, They built an addition to the little cottage and began life as farmer and farmer's wife, And all things prospered with them; and in ten years John Cap- pel was a rich man, “It was all my good luck getting such a wife,” said he exultantly. “Iv was all our good look ing engazed on Christmas un becom Day,” said o Aud of all the holidays that stud the year, as dimends flash slong the golden baud of brace et, Christmas Day is with the Cappel family the brightest and the 1 tl. nn “Film Fiam.'" A reporter, while talking to a gentle- York one evening, heard a crooked device untill recently been at- who attempts it in the penitentiary. in thieves’ par- The experience of the gentleman re- ferred to 1s about as follows: He was a hurry with a ked the Be nile- : he £20 bill in Las hand and man whether he could change it i, Bs 1 { out i got answered in the affirmative, the viet out a 210 hand fal of silver, amounting gai), an i handed it to atl the time vest PH Ck i, when al “By George! that 1 dian't I don't care to vanted 50 cents of it. Wan bid! in the erook. m took fellow was feeling know I had, and | BO IMUChn suver. tust give me back my $20 b which : Bt pntieman did, and received in arn, as he supposed, the $10 bill the silver he had given the thiel ha put in his pockel, The kim for his kindoess and apolo the trouble he had put the an 0, 14 pair seéparateq, have id, re , whieh crook thanked | tid not know he was a victim $10 pulling it ont and looking at i covered that a 81 1 thought the matier over, think of no other way i it was only 2 whieh be nto possession of the 81 bill thea In d to get the He had never heard of 1 & thing being played, but on ask- 2 the posted ones around town he learaesd jail the fellow who walls §20 i changed. sao sctne of that the game of which s had been the victim was being played town, aud that he was donblless hn { the sufferers, fhe manner in which it is worked is as’ follows: The tinef, or “flim. 4 tiracd ErOTnna shout fan,” as he is called, goes up to the party that he bas picked out, and has a $1 ball concealed in Lis hand, which by cous. ant practice he manages Lo chang: s¢ the 810 that is given him, and which » returns to the party from whom geta tne $10 bill, 1a piace of the latler, it is done so dexterously that it is said the worker rarely gets caught iu the be Generally the game is played on shop- keepers, The “fimflam”™ goes in and Ail at once be discovers that he mks the obliging eastier to return him his $20 and he will give him the 50 cengs, Instead of giving him back the £10 be has received in change, he puts a 81 bill in its place and keeps the $10, thereby making a profit of 9 ou the in- vestment The Care of Trotlers. During the late exhibition of fast Hartford, Conn,, says a correspondent, we took a nde along the track to see of the renowned animals that valued at tens of thousands ot dollars. That which interested ns most was a fine horse with one foot in a tub of warm water. Three men were actively at work upon him, The horse’s feet were carefully cleaned, his Jegs washed thoroughly, and his body rub- bed dry with brushes and cloths, His mane and tail were bramded and tied up. hen his legs were bandaged in a skillful mauner to support the tendons and prevent swellings after the severe task to which the horse has been put in trotting a mile in less than “2.20,” It seemed good that there is, at least, one class of horses in the world that are treated with care and Kindness, “Fighting’”’ men are treated in a similar way. But how is it with the owner of the horse? Is he put into baths, is he groomed to preserve his health? Are men and women, whose lives are more valuable than this $30, 000 horse so carefully cared for? Do they, indeed, care for themselves, take frequent baths and crash towel rub- bings? A good doctor once told us that the open pores of the skin were about as important as the lungs in pre serving good health, A little salt, soda or alcohol, or ammonia if preferrod, in | the bath is an asdvantag But the breeders of fine colts by the most scien tific methods, devote more care, labor and attention to their valuable animals in rving their health and develop. ing their physical powers than in be- stowing upon most people, Someth from ihe breeders SONG were Portrait of Christ. About the original portrait in the Va- tican 1 know but little, says a scholar, but I remember reading about it falling into tho hands of the Turks, probably at the fall of Constantinople, It was in their possession many years, and at last it was given as a ransom for the brother of the Sultan held captive by the Chris- tisns at some subsequent period, All the great masters who have painted pic- tures of our Lord have followed, as near as their hearts would allow, the features on the original, Perhaps Carlo Dolee’s “Feece Homo” is the truest picture, Leonardo Da Vinei's portrait m the famous ‘Last Buppea” is very fine; so also is Raphael's picture ‘Lo Bpasima,” now in the Royal Gallery ut Madnd, and in his last apd unfinished picture, “The Transfiguration,” now in the gal- lery of the Vatican, Perhaps the finest dead Christ is Rabens' masterpiece, “Taking Down From the Cross,” an altar piece in the cathedral at Antwerp; and there is a very fine portrait of the dead Christ in the Metropolitan Gallery in New York, by Joseph Ribera, a pupil of Murillo, and there is at the pxesept time in the Art Museum, New York, a very fine ‘Christ Among the Mockers,” by Gustave Dore, which will compare | favorably with Carlo Doice’s picture. Our Dord is represented crowned with thorns, and drops of blood stream down his forehead; his hands are bound with cords and his body bears the marks of the cruel sconrges, One of the tormen- tors leans his Herculean arms on his lap and looks into the face while the other holds forth a rod in place of a sceptre. This painting belongs to 4 gentleman who bas loaned it to the museum, Itis one of Dore's best efforts, Paul Delaroche's portrait also is very flue and a few years ago IL saws portrait ol rare beauty 1a the ‘Belmont collec tion,” It was by Hugues Merle, aud it brought a very high price, Paivters CATVErS have done their ivory have made facsimiles of the original Sculptors have transferred marble, but it is matter 4 ’iy } to give us the § Dest ana in portrait, those feat ures LO not in how ian. te Midd, UO Lils genius, il beauty of i CE BALA Wniabie ad pss —————— Coddfish Near By. the ooall vd is | ¢ inl Our coast, to forty fee from tne juiclly as halter, As a fish of « however, n qnmercial umport As e Yossg ance, Lhe 004 Briy FEVErai me equal 458 sent § of 1504 Normandy msl Wen years Argt i 1 HITE § snuu- New Foundland after ater Eagiland forwas vesee: 10 which neavily iasden sxa al 4 his ¢ 8il¥ Lo the ¢ that coast, wilh very remuneralive 1 each succeeding year there was in the number of vessels from Lher oniry : sl ihe lapse of i many 68 i. uniry, cod woud 1 believe fish there, sithough il is Laken every winter » few miles beyond the the Dela ware: Oa the New England coast it » captured at all ressona. A Philadelphian visiting the lsie of Shoals told me the otlier day that he bas taken] them there ranging from ten tO thurty pounds each ju weight during the summer. It is believed that the early colonists in New England wotlld bave penshed 3 this fish could not have been captured by them in Massachu- sells bay sna they subsequently struggied into life and power by curing and seiling it From #0 suall a beginning grew the groat and everlasting Indust y. As long ago as 1778 Massachusetts employed in it vesscis of anasggregate capacity of 38,000 tous; ber fishing crews uwumbered 4,000 men, and the product of the fishery at that comparatively early day reached an annusl value of $1,000,000. So much for the despised cod in the days of our fore- fathers in his earliest lelters from this © Pesan expressed the hope thal be found 10 the Delaware bay. sded calches of BIC DO re thal Capes of Life in a Conch. Me. B. K. Jamison, the Philadelphia broker, who, together with his wile snd two sona, arrived 1a Washington, baving driven ali the way from Philadelphia, was met 1 the Riggs House by a reporter the other day. “Yes, | drove in recentiy,” he mid, “but pot direct from Philadelphns. 1 left there about two weeks ago and have been driving all through Pennsylvania— through the oil regions, the iron country, and sli along the Cumberland mountains. That 1# the way we always take our vacation. There comes my fix now,” he said, as u large black chanot, draws by four fine dark bay horses drove around to the ladies’ entrance, where it was immedi- ately sarrounded by a crowd ot curious people. Upon an mwitation of Mr, Jamison, the examined the equipage. The body is bwit something like an old-fash. ned stage, and painted a nch black. The springs and moning gear are bright lake, with black stripes. The outside of the coach has seats for thee in front and two back; two large lamps are on each side of the front seat and one large hewd- fight on the dashboard, It also supports a clock, axe, knife, pistol, ete. On the left of the “whip” 1s a small leather case that contains driving gloves, change for toll gates and various small convenience. On the lett side of the coach, adjacent to the box, a silver handle denotes the existence of a private locker which carries traveling supplies of all kinds, even down 10 hard tack, with a water-color, marked *‘Ram- bier.” Untop is a ¢ willow trunk, um . back of w the tent, oii wid Ispkets are stored. The all kinds of cooking utensils, napkins and tabie.cloths marked “Rambier.,” are packed. On the mdes of the conch are two willow cases for canes, umbrellas, fishing: rods, guns and such things. Inside there are two roomy seats facing each other, the soft springs heavily cov. ered with rich cherry leather, accommo dating six persons, Aflixed 10 the rear inner wall is a leather dressing case, with everything that goes with a lady's to'let, In the cushions of the doors are map pockets. A thermometer, 8 barometer, & clock, a compass, mghi-lamp, match box, glove pockets bang on difierent portions of the cushioned walls, and ou the celling are racks filled with letter and note paper, envelopes, dispatch forms and other neces saries for correspondence The vehicle complete weighs only 1,870 pounds, ani the reins are handled by the owner, who generally makes a1 average of iweniy-five to forly miles daily. he } , when the horses sre picketed, ihe Lt put up aud the camp fre kindled, esch of the party performing his or her part in the work, Here, 100, time is spent in fisting, gupmng and other sports, A! four o'clock the same day, 8 blast from the horn, crack of the whip, “all aboard,” and they wee again ou the road. Indian Clubs, This a new craze, It is ziest Bind of a craze among the of America. The swing Indian clubs every foie breakfast below par, We Indian clubs last they are intended cles, ¢ and other physical changes | Youll 18 a great took a modest swin week, to develop the ch debilitated system of a tary habits But tel Lhe enrious and radical pace We were mecialely Look : Analomy, o tF 4 svi 111d v ing Lies Indian clubs by an scompiied with his i polite : wil ween r Lia . ir friend Inve and made a free {f andelubs for « ft ier various contort herculean efforts, he nasend We are now didn’t pass them, too, and t of the game. We immediately resi that : ment. Either form, or Som and thie Ver 4 [ge VO UN, SOrTY we we thing 1 rreed with the One sl Were not in our ele were t+ g - iv Ciss rdLA ough dressing AE ii Sing wased our YW grabbed ¥ ¥ Ui 2 AA Essa yYOU i ang We SOE It was the « thing a Wing a iaruiy clul tracted HEAD immeoediately Round a well, . . poles Round second Knocked wecked bat, but it received a co veneration into was not until bene- ilasion that we Knee and claimed a third completely de- mscientiousness, and we hardly think that bump will ever ap- pear on surface. In round four, one of the clubs got in a lick on ideality that knocked it silly, and we shall nev- er be the same man. The organ of in- dividuality is a mere pulp, and even hope, wonder, and eventuality are but ghapeless ruins, old land marks, as it were, showing the wide range of intel- lectuality, now scourged and beaten out of shape by the pure cussedness of Inflian clubs, In round number five, we came up smiling, and shook hands with the clubs, At this juncture our friend stepped out of the wardrobe to act as referee, and one of the eccentric weap- ons caught him under the chin and lifted him about three feet from the fioor, and dropped him limp as a rag in quiet recess of a bay window looking to the South. Immediately recovering himself he captured the In- dian clubs and tied them up to the bedstead, Then we adjourned to a drug-elore, sions Central Afrioa. dropped On one foul. Round i stroyved £ the hh Le Mr. Stanley, the African explorer says: Smee I arrived at the Congo, last December, 1 have been up as far as the equator and hvae established two more stations, and, beside discovering an. other Lake, Mantumba, have explored for a hundred miles or thereabouts,’ he river known on my map as the Ike- lembu, but which is really the Ma. lumnda. It is not as large as 1 stated in my book, but is a stream of the mize of the Arkansas, and is deep, broad and very navigable. The big stream which, I expect must drain the largest part of the South Congo basin, must be higher up. Having become better ac- quainted with the country, I am really strugk with the dense lation of the equatonal part of the basin, wh if it was uniform throughout, wou give 49,000,000; The number of pro- ducts and the character of the people are likewise remarkable. The gums, rubber, wory, camphor, wood and a host of other things would repay trans. portation, even by the expensive mode at present in use. rhe people are born traders, and are, for Africans, vor enterprising and industrinus.’ “Yin,” abd he dootor, *‘A Svgtad : ns & tramp wants rum, but 1 sent him over to Dr, Tombs just Tombs think I had more could handle.” .
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