SUNSHINE? What has come over the sunshine? It is hike a dream of bliss, What has come over the pine-woods? Was ever s day like this? * O white-throat swallow, flicking The look with long wingtips, Hear you the low sweet laughter Comes rippling from italip.? What has come over the waters? What has como over the trees? Naver were rills and fountains 80 merrily voiced as these, O throstla, soitly piping High on th» topmost bough, I hear a new song singing; Is it my heart, or thou? UNGLE JERRY'S STORY. BY G. P. GREBLE, “Tell me about it, Uncle Jerry,” I said, lying full length in the warm sand, let- ting my eyes alternately rest on the smil- ing water at my feet, or follow the mo- tion of the brush in Uncle Jerry's horny hand as it splashid a vigorous coat of green over the worn sides of his old boat. He was a character in his quiet way— the skipper par excellence of the little seaport of L———; an autocrat whose word was law in his native town, and who had been, since the days of our childhood, the epitome of all that was worth knowing in sea-lore, We were great friends, he and I, and rough fingers mend nets or sails with the deftness grown from long practice, and listening to his tales with keen enjoy- ment: but there was one incident of his life on which he had never touched, nor could any amount of coaxing induce him to approach it. It had happened while I was in Earope. The horror of it roused the neighborhood, and they said, those who knew, that Uncle Jerry was never the same again. Whether that was so or not I found him greatly changed on my return after six years’ absence. This afternoon, for the first time, he betrayed a willingness to confide in me, and I set- tied myself in the shade, by the bow of the boat, and waited. Presently Uncle Jerry began: “It were nigh five years ago, year before the hotel was built, was crowded. It seemed all had mor'n we could make comfortable, and the boarders was crowded inter old Miss Holt’s in a way that did seem won- derful when we heerd how they lived in their big city homes—reg'iar palaces, the gals thet come with ‘em keer the'r clo’s said, *‘I hed jest bought a new sail-boat, a fifty-footer, an’ a reg'lar goer; [I calcu. lated ter make a heap out o' pleasure parties an’ sech—an' I did. Ia the mornin’s I went lobsterin’, ‘cause Miss Hoit's folks hed to hev sea things, an’ every afternoon I ‘red’ up in my blue coat with brass buttons an’ sailed skipper of the sloop yacht Foam The The cove like we to take an’ in time I got to know ‘em well They was as nice a lot of young things as ever came in my path: but they was careless-like, an' they didn’t allays think. ““The girls was healthy an’ hearty, an’ my! but they did go it lively. There wasn't nothin’ they didn't try. an’ ridin’, an’ rowin’, an' shootin’ targets made o' white paper. an’ sailin’, The sailin’ bothered me. They was do but I must larn em to sail. tell ‘em I wouldn't take warn't quieter, an’ after that they kinder settled down. “I grew powerful fond of "em all, but there was one little girl I tuk a special shine to. She wasn't very strong--I faver. could see she'd been bonny. teeth was little an’ white—like Holt's Sunday china. hair when she was sick, an’ my 'Lize when she was a babe. “1 remember a trick she had of takin’ off her cap an’ lettin’ the wind blow her hair, an’ if the day was damp it would it was growin.’ ““As [ said, she warn't very strong, an’ when they all got to larkin’ it seemed like she couldn’ stand it, for she'd leave the rest, an’ with her little polite bow she'd come an' say, so gentle like: ‘Uncle Jerry, do youmind if I stay here with you?” 1 was mighty glad to have her, an’ she seemed to know it, for she'd settle herself in a pile of cushions an’ sit there quiet as a mouse. “Gradually the rest of 'em kinder for- got her, and bLy-an’-by she'd come right away from the start, an’ [ got so used to when she stayed home [ felt real lone- sore, “She begged me to lara her bow to steer, an’ when | saw she meant it | showed her one thing and another; an’ somehow she never forgot what | told her. An’ one day she says to me: ‘Uncle Jerry, 1 believe | could sail a boat as well as any one if I were only stronger.’ Bless her heart! I'd have trusted her sooner’n any young feller in the party if she'd had a little more muscle in her arm. “When August come I begun to see she warn't happy. She grew paler an’ tainner, an’ her eyes was so wistful like it made my heart ache to sec them, “There was a young feller in the party named Grey. He was a likely chap, about twenty, I reckon. Ie lots of money, sn’ from some of the ladies’ gals that he used to be a great friend o’ Miss May's before she was sick; but he was a great fost, an’ after she be- n to go about, an’ he found she couldn't o things he did, he jest naturally slipped away from her and tuk to goin’ with Miss Julie Webb. “Miss Julie was mighty pretty, with frowserly light hair, a mou enough to swaller a doughnut hull, an’ rows of teeth ‘like pearls,’ I beard Mr. Grey say. They looked strong enough to bite nails, ‘an she sho ‘em all the time, ‘When she warn't talkin’ she was laugh- in’. She bad a voice like a steam- whistle. There warn't nothin’ she couldn't do except keep still, an’ bein’ Mr. Hugh was always doin’ himselt, they spent most of their time together. “Miss May used to watch ’em with that heart-breakin' look on her dear face, an’ finally Miss Julie took to jokin’ her, sayin’: ‘May don’t you want to play tennis? or ‘I'll run you a race on the ponies this afernoon, May,’ or ‘Why don’t you wake up, May? What are you dreaming about? But Miss May never answe Miss Julie a word, an’ finally they stopped even that, an’ left her alto- gether alone, “I'm getting to my story now. I hain't never told it before. It hurts even now, after all these years. “I've given you an idea pretty much how things went on till the afternoon they ended —for me, anyway—for 1 never sailed that boat again, “It was the 10th of August. The month had been very hot, and we hadn't had any sailin’ breeze for four days, but that mornin’ a nice stiff breeze begun to come in from the sea, It was a squally breeze, an’ I didn't jest like it, but aftor a time it settled down, an’ [ con- cluded it would stay clear till next mornin’, “Well, T was settin’ in my door mend- in’ a sail for my cat-boat, when I heard the crowd a-comin’., 1 always knew ‘em { by Miss Julie's voice. I most generally { could hear that by the time they left Miss Holts door. **They had a couple of city fellers down from the city for the day, an’ | nothin’ would do but I must take 'em { sailin’. I wouldn't have gone, but jest {at the last minute little Miss May come { up an’ tuk my old brown fist in her two { little white paws, an' sez she: ‘Oh, | Uncle Jerry, do go! I'm going home to- morrow, an’ | want one more sail, an’ | this is my last chance. An’ so i. was, { poor lass! but not in the way the meant. Well, I couldn’t say no. She made me { think of the littie one 1 lost years ago, an' so-—we started. “The tide was runnin’ out, san’ wind was due east, which made the white. caps fly; but I put in a tack and started for the mouth of the bay. Jest the time we got out from under the the squall struck us, an’ [ saw my mis take. “The Foam heeled over till her storm deck wns two feet under water, [ threw her head up into the the abot + cliffs when I looked Tom was gone.” Uncle Jerry laid down his paint-brush an’ And 1 ing my hands deep great tragedy of his simple life. “at upright, and bury in the white sand about me, tried to ab- sorb all my faculties in the aot of ing, following Uncle Jarry's knotty fore finger as it pointed to the Y hill, and gave meaning to his words “Well, I didn't dare tell them 3 things what had h I saw need all their courage home, at all “lt she sat, her head little hands over her face she'd never looked so small Jest then she raised her head. white—~but then she always was that ippened bef IOTe before my back when I heard her give a great laugh of her mind with fear, but it was nothin’ of the kind, for the next moment jokin' like: ‘The idea of Tom's bein’ such a coward! Hugh, will you an’ the bovs git down the sall for the Tom's below an’ can't do ADY- she thing.’ “Then saw our danger as plain as | did “The boys sprang for'ard, but they Those boys meant well, but every min ute was precious, an’ it did seem to me they tcok an hour to get it done, “The mast bent like a fish-pole, an’ every minute I thought to hear it crack. water was comin’ over the sides, an’ little Miss May stood there up to her knees in it, coaxin’ those great healthy boys an’ girls, an’ scoldin’ when she couldn't keep "em quiet without it. danger now, It didn't need they all saw it. Then, as the boys turned to come aft, the city feller lost his footin’ an’ over he went after Tom. “Mr. Hugh an’ the other feller just looked at each other an’ rian to their places —an’ then they ran in to Miss May. She didn’t give ‘em time to git She jest handed 'em two don't be cowards, If we must die, let's work’ “I had given up then, an’ kinder re time to look around, for the tiller was Inshed fast—no man could hold it ina sea like that—an’ I can remember Miss May as plain as if it was yisterday, “They told me afterward that her grandfather was a famous sea captain that went down standin’ on the bridge of his ship; an’ I guess she fuk after him, an' it come to the top when it was wanted, "cause she was as cool ns a cow. cumber. As fast as the others got scared, she grew quiet: an’ her voice, that was so soft an’ gentle when she used to sit beside me, rang like a bell as she told ‘em what to do. [It seemed queer to see her standin’ thers among them great girls that had laughed at her ‘cause she couldn't keep up to ‘em, an’ they cryin’ an’ screamin’—an' the men warn't much better, “She was wet to the skin now, standin’ pretty well forward, as she was, every wave that come aboard splashed over her, “The wind or somethin’ bad brought the color to her checks, an’ every now an’ then she'd take her cap off an' shake the water from her hair. She seemed to grow taller, too, an’ her voice, which the wind brought back to me, sounded for all the world like the last echo o' the fog-bell t'other side the bar, ‘We were n' on now, With that wind at our # an’ the racin’ cut of the Foam we could't help it. We were in ‘past the thouse, an’ I to think we'd w it. Jest then there was a report like a 1, an’ I went heelin’ to leeward with my arm in flin. ders, I remember thinkin’ that was the end o' things, an’ then I fainted.” Unele Jerry drew out a gorgeous red cotton handkerchief and mopped his brow, from which the perspiration was rolling in streams; then Pe continued : “When I come to, there wns Miss May and Mr. Hugh holdin’ the tiller with all the'r might. The derned rope 1 had used to lash the hundle had broke. They told me afterward that when it happened Mr. Hugh an’ Miss May sprang to it, an’ between ‘em they managed to keep her head before the wind. “My arm was painin’ me jest awful, but | managed so put my well shoulder to the wheel, 80 to speak, an’ found I could help considerable, The rope had got pushed about the painter of the dory, an’ was trailin’ in the water be- hind, but Miss Julie, She couldn't seem to knew, but thinkin' of thin’ of what was comin’. *‘Miss May stood there so sweet an’ tender, an’ sez she: “Never mind, Julie dear, the worst is over. I feel sure you'll reach home safely an’ be happy.’ Then sudden-like she stooped an’ kissed Miss Julie, an’ come back to Mr. Hugh an’ me, “I think Mr. Hugh's eyes begun to be opened then, for he gave her the queercst look. She met his eyes, an’ for then she turned to me an’ said, so pitiful: ‘Poor Uncle Jerry! Hugh, help me to lash the rudder again; Uncle Jerry can't stand much more.’ “I moved a little over, an’ they both reached for the rope. The next moment Miss May gave a horrid, groaning cry, an’ Mr on by the rope. Miss May's face was deathly pale, an’ she was all bent over in the queerest way-—telling Mr. Hugh to be patient. She didn’t seem to away able at the idea of her givin’ out jest when i ealled one of the Mr. Hugh time leanin’ I feared I warned her, but ‘No fear of that, lnid her of the bx I might have kn ~=ilear lass, dear lass!” Uncle Jerry paused to quiver in his old voiee. ““As we pulled Mr there was a sudden jerk, went b VR, An between us we got the an’ more over the side, till he only said, I nels head own on the wit, wn on board Miss May t the trouble an’ I saw then wha The rope that held the d¢ : partly out. an’ the sudden gh had given it had haul t an’ drawn Miss May's arms tigl chest over BOTONN her “The pain must have been awful, for when we found her both arms "there was a great dent acros the were an ued where breath bh f she said Mr me, ®7y “She knew anythin would J after tha cry she never let a sound pass her “For a second or two the re ip, an’ | thought I could h As | started to pull er her dear face came the foam about it. She tried to shake the water from her eyes in the old way, * ‘Good-bye, Uncle of 2 $ + Ho held save her, ype but Knew betler, in ahove Jerry, she saya, she was in—-then at Mr. Hugh, an’ that haunted me ever since. It was #20 full af You coald see all she cared for the agony ive rood bye, Hugh, my dear, dear her lipa, was the last sound she made; then the water closed over her an’ she never rose again.” Uncle Jerry didn’t care to conceal the honest tears that rolled down his checks, and something in my own eyes blurred the sca from my vision. Neither spoke for a minute, then | szid: “Did you say they found her!” her face. 1 didn't tell no one, couldn't bear no one to tetch her ferns that [ cut on purpose, an’ tuk her home, “It closed the season at Miss Holt's, an’ | sold the Foam for twenty dolinrs to get her out o' the bay, an’ 1 hain’t never took a pleasure party since. Guess | won't paint any more ter-day.” * Jerry left me SBruptiy and started through the heavy sand I moved my seat out of reach of the in. coming tide and watched his stooping heard. —{ Frank Leslie's Weekly. Exploring la leceland, Iceland is still a field for explorers. From a lecture delivered recently before the Berlin Geographical Society, by Herr Thoroddsen, the Jeelandic ex- lover, it appears that a hitherto un- nown group of lakes to the west of the glaciers Vatua Jokull bas been discov. ered by him. Thoroddsen employed ten sommers in making himeelf ac: quainted with the interior of Iceland, and during these ten journeys he was about 500 days in the saddle. It was necessary to be provided with food for himself and food for his horses, as he had endless deserts to cross, and met with very few human dwellings. Before July there is no possibility of traveling, the ground being too soft with snow water, Even in summer there are often terrible storms, and the glacier rivers are difficult to pass. Theie are, by the way, five printing presses in Iceland ; ten news. papers and eight magazides are pub. i a. and hat ho leclunders ave n great impulse to intellectual prod on is proved by the fact that the 13,000 Icelanders who emi to Manitoba have founded twelve newspapers in their new colony.—[ Boston Commercial, He-~Are we alone! SheOf course not. Only one Parson enn bu “lous, and: Share are two us, Hew Ereetim-~but we two suppose ACCIDENTS AND INCIDENTS OF EVERYDAY LIVE, Queer Facts and Thrilling Adven- tures Which Show That Truth is Stranger Than Fletion. Tue wife of a lumberman named Will. inmson a few days ago had a novel and terrifying experience with a rattlesnake, The Willinmsons live near lake Charles, La,, in a small cabin on Lake Calensieu, Mrs, Williamson had left her six-months.- old baby asleep in its oradie, near the open door, and was going about her to approach the little bed to look at her mottled green and black nest'ed close to the form of the peacefully sleeping little one, The ugly head was raised and rest ing on the child'sarm with its eyes keep ing drowsy watch over it, be buried in its flesh. It was necessary also to act with speed, so arming herself she bent over the cradle, and with one rapid gesture laid hoid of the snake by the end of its tail and as suddenly gave ita jerk whioh landed it on the floor head, sounding its dreadful rattle as it coiled close to her feet jut, aiming steadily, she pit a ball through its body, and although it again tried ceeded in killing it. As it died it flung with its fangs, but it was only the death agony, and the blow served only to en tangle it in the tie ofthe shoe, to w! it was still cli reached her, having nging when her husband heard the shots and run to her assistance, [xs is a In Derry a hawk of the stiliwaler, Frazien and Luke Wilmurt were Indian River stillwater at Sea ment, N. Y., when they saw over the foot but they paid little y it till they heard it scream in noger. Looking stream they AW { wl hawk with feathers nt bill open, about to spring on 8 mink Nett woerineo yEIIN 3 attention UW down the wehed near a Big DIrct white gilstening wis a tro Which of the it ko but sritrisiteng la Minutes CT showing and Between the bird and { perh it of two « teeth aps A ™ Una aught it when P up .¥ : yotures in the back pounced upon it asd carried it to the river bank with the intention of eating it: but the mink, happening along just then, had attempted to take from the hawk However this may be, the two were evi gently the men di OW, eked ter eight p ti to believe the hawk had Len 10 I fd UG it is about to have a fight; so the men ha them » wdden haw jth 1p flannine hawk, with wings flopping, sand and made a vicious dive at but stopped fishing to wal ran t mink with its head missed it Then the mink snapped at the hawk and caught and made the hawk A rough-and- tumble tussle that lasted for ten minutes followed, when the with one of mink a rake in the side in its skin talons § that sm bank near by. The} a the air and flew ig the trout where it lay mink was found the next day about mile below the stillwater with its sid torn open and one eye raked out i fishermen think they saw it blow, but do not know how happened to come out of its hole to die, A New Hore (Pa hawk its hole the rose | down jenvi oot its get d Lae , correspondent in covery that a German carp drinks milk has sverted what theatened to be whole sale suits for theft. several months, or ever since the weather grew warm, has noticed that his blooded full stomachs and empty udders. There was a suspicion that the cows had been milked by families who reside in the neighborhood. This thing continued and Mr. Tiernan’s dairy duct reached zero, He watched wo his revelation. He was standing by the hie saw his favorite cow enjoying herself in the water, which touched her body. After a prolonged bath the bovine emerged from the stream. Clinging to the cow's udder was a carp that weighed about fifteen pounds. It had drunk er. vty ounce of the cow’s milk. Mr, Tier pan says that the cows have regularly milk Illinois to take the foul air out of a well, The well was to be cleaned, but the man thst took the job was afraid to go down until he had ascertained the quality of air at the bottom. He let down a lighted candle, and when it descended to about six feet of the Lottom it went out as suddenly as though extinguished by a whiff of air. That was all he wanted to know. He was then sure that the well had poisonous gas in it, and took a small umbrella, tied a string to the handle and lowered it open into the well. Hav ing let it go Beary to the bottom, he drew it up, carried it a few feet from the weil and upset it. He repeated this operation twenty or thirty times with all the bystanders laughing st him, then ain lowered the light, which burned clear and bright even at the bottom. He then condescended to explain that the gas in the well wae earbonic acid gas, which is heavier than air, and therefore could be brought in an umbrella just as though it were so much water. It was a simple trick, yet perfectly effective. A ocumtovs piece of contemporary geology ls being worked out in New Jer. ar. : le re Jong sinking, an process is « on, A curious indusiry is carried ox in the southern part of the state—the mining for cedar. Some of these noble trees ex- humed from their swampy burial exceed three feet in diameter, with the timber perfectly sound, The *‘lay” of these mig Al Bg nei The cedars growing there to-day send their roots among their long-buried an- cestors, The rings upon some of the ex- humed trees show a growth of 1,500, or ponsibly 2,000 years, and the existence of at least two buried forests below the present growth is indisputable. A recvrian phenomenon in Sweden has long ited wonder and interest, snd in superstitious times was regarded as a miracle, At irregular intervals the Motalo River, an outlet of the Wetter the water is held in the lake, Herr cords of the oocurrence, and finds that it was repeated six times during the Bix- teenth Century, twelve times during the Seventeenth Century, and eighteen times during the Eighteenth Century. genernl level of the lake does not appear to be affected. that the water is probably held back by u sudden sharp frost, which freezes the river to the bottom smong the reeds in a shallow place near the lake, without allowing time for the formation of mere surface ice. A cugpiron seldom goes so far as to | seize a coffin about to be carried to the | grave. But this happened in the open | street in Berlin a few days ago, and cre- | ated considerable excitement and great | indignation. A cabinetmaker's wagon | had just stopped in front of a house near ive engineer who had died. As the was about to be borne into the house an official of the court appeared, placed his seal upon the oanken box, and | ordered it transferred to the Berlin pawn The official had acted on behalf {if a relentless creditor, “The engineer pleaded in vain for the coffin. The re { cord failed to say whether he succeeded | on getting another, { coffin office, “Up to the present time,” says the of Frankfort, ** no monument » are aware of has ever been erect o the memory of a pig. The town ;aneburg, in Hanover, wished to fill {up thst blank, and at the Hotel de Ville in thet town there is to be seen a kind of mausoleum to the memory of a member of the In the iaterior of that structure seen a glass case, inclosing a ham still in A slab of black stiracts the eve of visitors, who find thereon the following inscription in Latin, engraved in letters of gold: ‘Passer-by, contemplate here the mortal remains of the pig which aequired for itself imperishable glory by the discovery of the sait springs of Luneburg.’ swinish race, commemorative is to be good preservation marbie Pugsougxarry big men and women easionally appeared in various earth, several palions s of gagantic people hav inhabited their lands nave © v § 3 Vs | parts of the ana Pp acas tradition ine nt ing at one time Even the Bible tells us something about giants. Bat skulls of unusual size as well as other bones were really dug upst Pitesirn Island by officers of the expe dition under Captain Beechy, in the curly part of this century, The French trav. eller and writer, Jean de Desprisux, when residing in the Canary Islands, was much pleased at procuring some mum- mies of the big Gaunches, 8 man and two women, preserved as the Egyptians used to preserve their desd. **The man was of gigantic stature,” he says, which is in conformity with sil tradition re- the ancient Atianteans. The women had long black hair, plaited with straps of leather painted red or green. Their dress was plaited io front; their breasts covered with a kind The straps of their sandals perfe t i sey ating Le | zarape ’ small pieces of obsidian beautifully wrought. The dress of the man con- sisted of a tunic and » mantle, tied up on the chest in a knot. M. Desprisux was delighted later on to find that in the { high Andes of Peru the women were at- tired just as his mummies had been, and that their headgear and mode of dressing the hair were identical. Sicvon Balsamello, the inventor of the Ba! a Nautica, the sub-marine vessel with which several successful experiments were performed lately at Civita Vecchia, in the presence of a commission ap- poiated by the Italian government, de- clares that by theaid of his invention, he can float the unfortunate British war. { ship Vietoria at a cost of jess than §200,- { 000, He says that with the Balla Nautica [he can make arrangements for raising weights far exceeding that of the sunken ironclad. The preparations and places of grapnels and chains round the Vie- | toria would take a month, and would be | performed by the crew of the sub-marine ship, which has siready descended to o_o been masnwuvred successfully at depths beyond that in which the Victoria | lies. The briaging of the ship to the sur- face would take two days. Tue Baltimore Sun says that a gentle- man of that city hae a hen which does such artistic work that the product of World's Fair under the head of soulp- tures, It says that this hen laid an a few days ago upon the shell of which, in bas relief, was an arm and a hand. The creases in the coat sieeve were natural, and the whole piece was well roportioned and looked as if carved. he day before, the hen produced an egg with a good representation of a man's face, and her owner is looking for further developments, being not certain that this intellectual bird will not brin forth a few statues and monaments wi a continuation of her studies in model. ing. Ar the Fort Swamp, near Medina, N. Y., a double blast in the chaunel work threw a seventy-five pound rook a long d crushing through the roof of Dr. H, L. James's yelling The shrieks of the James’ baby called the honed te ind a big AK suspended iy to find a big rock susy the broken lath and ceiling directly over tho eradla. She snatched the baby away [just as the rock fell with a terriffie crash, converting the eradle into kin- dling wood. The child was only slight- 17 hurt by the falling ceiling. SNAKES AT DINNER. i flow the Serpents in Philadelphia “Zoo” Dine, | Did you ever sec a boa constrictor at dinner? | The sight is not one calculated to | lessen the breach between the sons and | daughters of Eve and that subtle "beast | of the field,” the sepent. Ths menu for the reptile house at the Philadelphia Zoo- logical Gardens consists mainly of spar- rows. Many thousands of the litile Eng- lish pests are caught st the Zoo each year and cut short in their pilfering career or brought up with a short turn | on their way to become marketable reed birds at the hands of the sportsmen of “The Neck.” A few of the snakes persistently refuse dead food, and to such the little spar- rows have to be offered up alive. Wherever it is possible the birds are killed before being placed in the cages, The bos is not one of the fastidious ex- amples of snakehood, and will take his food dead just as readily and a grest | deal more lazily than if it were living. | His appetite is capricious, like that of | ll snakes, and sometimes he will neglect food for a long time. When he is roused | to the point of hunger, however, he goes about satisfying his appetite in a way far more businesslike id elegant. The little bird goes into his wide, ugly mouth head downward, and by a succession of very ill-mannered gulps he proceeds to urge it down his long, sinuous throat into the somewhat larger region which does duty as a stomach. The last view one has of the sparrow is of two timp little vellow feet protmud. ing one on each side of the serpent’s grinning mouth just before he takes the final gulp which buries it forever from sight. Feathers, claws and bills seem to be sids rather then hindrances to diges tion with the snake tribe. It looks like such very hard work for the boa to swal- low his food that one wonders no longer that he eats as seldom as possible, It is a singular fact that snakes have been kept in the Zoo for a year and a half at a time without taking suy food whatever. For ariety, the cora spake of Florida, no food has ever been found which it will accept when in eap- tivity. The majority of mers will refuse food for the first few months of their captivity, but will generally conde scend to accept rations st the band of civilization thereafter. It is very seldom that a snake which bas refused fosd for a year or more will begin to eat, but such CORSON - ally occur. Wher it is remembered that | a snake is a cold-bi creature, and that the t little food is needed to t, and but little more of tissues occasioned i he fact that bteen months y incredible as ! one % DEW £1 cases do « Gog ed fore 1 sustain b : to repair the by his very slig a snake may without food is not g might first appear In the left wing of reptile house the cases marked “poisonous” are placed There the “‘rattiers’ il together in an ugly mass snd the water moccasins lift their hideous heads to see what is going on. The beauty of the establishment is the big “purplish blsck adder” from Australia, the venomous serpent said to travel always in pairs and te be such a fierce disciple of the vendetta that he who wittingly or unwittingly kills one of the creatures is doomed to death from the envenomed tooth of its uncaptured mate. The smooth, glossy black scales of this unforgiving avenger look as though cut from ebony, and the dull red glow which borders the under side of he body, deepens as sny unusual noise | rouses the snake to animation, Next door to this specimen of em- bodied animosity lives the snake which has the honor of being the greatest | scientific curiosity in the whole zoologi- cal collection of Philadelphia. ‘‘Spilotes Corals Xanthurus” Is written on what | answers for the door plate of his snaky | mansion, which is, being interpreted, | “Yellow Tailed Rat Snake,” The family of rat snakes bas been known for some | time to the zoologist, but the yellow | tailed branch is something entirely new. | =—[New York Telegram Orientals at the Fair. Among the young people who are vis- iting the Columbian Exposition this | summer are a Javanese baby, three Chi | nese boys of from two to six years, 8 | pickaninny from Dehomey, a dancing Soudanese baby, a little Bedouin girl | who dances in the Arab encampment, a | pappoose or two in the Indian village, { and a half-dozen Egyptian boys who belabor the tiny gray donkeys im the { Cairo Street. As the readers of Young | People have already guessed, these boys sad girls did not visit the fair to see the curious things in the wonderful white buildings, but to be a part of the show. They are there to be looked at, not te look, and they are among the most in- | teresting of all the exhibits, The black baby lives in the Dahomey vil which is supposed to look as if it had been placed up in Africa and set down in Chicago. In some respects it certainly does resemble the hot country about which Mr. Glave has told us dur. ing the past year. The ground is sandy enough aud the sunshine hot enough for Sahara, and the reed thatched huts which line the high board fence surround. ing the village are uncomfortable enough in appearance to satisfy the most enthu- slastis expidrer. ln the mide of the vil s a larger haut, open at sides bier y bwin with thatch, and in this hut the dwellers of the Dahomey village dance the wir-dance of their native try every hour or two for the enter. tainmernt of the white Joe who stroll in to see them. All of these men snd women are hideous in their gay calico clothing, with of teeth and gisnnfe- ooking bits 0 hanging about their necks and dangling
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