‘WHOM THE GODS LOVE. ——— You say that basing so old "Twas time for him to dia? Rings not your comment coll And even inhaman? Why Should tender tears be shed When death lays your g livislow, Spared years of sorrow and fret, Spared age's overthrow? When young we sre called away, We shirk untold regret; For austere time will slay Not meraly onreelves, but yes Brand with authen'ie sign His despoti ma elsewhere— Drape wisps of silvery hair O'er eyes bi loved-—plough line Aud furrow on treasured cheeks, “Whom the gods love die young," Ah me! there Wisdomw's tongue With sovereign accent speaks! Pity the old who die; The young behind them leave Such bounteous grief whereby Fate bids they should not grieve. Heart-racked with many a sigh, Wounded with many a scar, Pity the old who cie; The young are happier far! —{Edgar Fawcett, in Lippincoit’s, THE FORTUNE OF WAR. The room was comfortable enough. It was the guest-room of an old Virginian farm-house on the James river; but the farmer was away, fighting in Lee's army for the defense of Richmond, and a half- squadron of Sheridan's Horse, on out. post duty, occupied the building. The furniture of the room was old-fashioned, solid and substantial. The bed had cur. tains; the floor was carpeted and prints hung upon the walls the world that the room suggested was a prison. resembled Yet the or man prisoner of war: and the who paced the court-yard outside, be neath his window, was a Federal soldier guarding him, sleep. From 10 at night, when they had ing, he had been feverishly striding to and fro almost without a break. When he had thrown himself, from time to time, upon the bed, it was to think and not 10 rest. Partly he was weizhing chances, and wondering whether it was possible that Stuart's Cavalry would swoop down suddenly and rescue him: but his mind mminly dwelt upon the one paramount horror of the position which he found himself, His lamp was still burning, and there were pens, ink and paper lving on the table. He had asked for this favor, and his captors had granted it without de- mur. As they were going to shoot him at daybreak, they could scarcely grudge him so trivial ag indulgence. There was something which he wanted to write before he died, a last messaye 20 his mother in South Carolina, who was praying for his safe return. Three times already he had begun the letter, and then stopped and torn up what he had written. It was difficult to write with out telling either too little or too much At first he had intended to suppress ail that was really essential in the story. But within the last hour something bad happened which had changed his mind, and resolved him to write the in down befallen him. Cruel as the truth was, it was not dishonorable Better, he thought, that his mother should hear it than that apocryphal, sod perhaps cal umnious, tales should reach her ears So, with an effort, he calmed himself, and took up his pen and wrote: “My Drarust Moraga: Whether this as [ shall have to trust to the kind offices any case, before yan recieve it you will have heard the worst. You will have heard that I am dead. At the moment when I write this [ have only two or three more hours to live, as [ am sentenced to be shot at sunrise. [If these lines reach reason to be ashamed of me, or of my am. *“Jeflerson’s prisoner ? you, no Goubt, you understand. It has happened very simply’ “] was serving, as you know, Stuart's cavalry, Geoperal Stuart wanted some information which could only be obtained by passing inside the Federal lines. Happening to know the country better than most, I volunteered for the service, end, disguised as a farm hand, mads my way in the direction of Rich- moud. 1 obtained my information, but an the road buck I was taken by two of Sheridan's troopers, They searched me, and, unfortunately, 1 had concealed about me some plans 1 bad made of the Federal defenses at Bermuda Hundred. So they brought me along to this farm house on the James river, where they are stationed under the command of my brother Jeffer. son - Captain Jefferson Langley of the Federal Army, “1 didn't know any more than you did, that Jefferson was lightiog for the North, I hadn't seen him, any more than you have, since that day he ran away from home five years ago. 1 didn't even know be was alive. But when the Sergeant marched me in front of him I recognized him at once. “He wasn't so quick at recognizing me; but that's no wonder, for, aa [ told you, I was disguised, snd I had a ten days’ beard on my face, He began questioning me: * “You have been arrested within the Federal lines, Compromising documents have been found upon your person. You are accused of being a Confederate spy. Have you soything to say in your de- fense? “4 ¢ Nothing,’ I said. “Jefferson looked up. My voice seemed to remind him of something he didn't quite know what. Then he went on: ‘“ * By military law the punishment of the crime of which you are accused is death.’ = +} know it," I said. efferson looked up again. “41f" he said, ‘you are able to put me in possession of any valuable 8 vy mation respecting the movements of the Confederate forces, that punishment would be remitted.’ “¢ I have no such information to give you,’ I told him. ** That time [ was quite sure that Jef- ferson recognized me, 1 could see it in his eyes. But he only said: *‘ ¢ Precisely. That is the exact lie 1 expected you to teil’ “And then he added: ‘Sergeant, take your men outside and leave the prisoner alone with me.’ “The men filed out, and the Sergeant followed them and closed the door. Aas soon ns it was shut, Jefferson got up from the table where he was sitting and gripped me by the hand. “ ‘Arthur,’ he said, ‘I haven't seen you i" en, you?’ “I hadn't meant to tell him who 1 was, You see he'd got to order ma to be shot anyway, and it seemed better he shouldn't know he was sen. tencing his own brother. But it wasn’t any use trying to deceive him then. He wouldn't have believed it. So 1 owned up. “Yes, Jefferson,’ I said. Langley right enough. you wouldn't recognize me, have.’ “Then and But vou wo sat down talked of outside, “‘He asked me for news of you, and I told he promised that he would. And then and poor Jefferson seemed even distressed than [ was by our awful meet. ing. He broke down and sobbed, poor boy. “God knows, Arthur," he said, ‘I'd let you go right away back to >tuart's But I can't.’ “And he couldn't, mother, “+ know you can't do it, Jefferson,’ 1 told him. ‘You're men wouldn't let you they'd mutiny.’ it was 1 “*He allowed that than likely. * ‘Likely? tainty, tried; more I said. ‘It's a dead cer. and your ond in command Se shot, it to right Colonel would see that you were No, Jefferson, got aad you'd best get it done away.’ “The poor boy sat down and covered his face with his bands, sobbing, ‘Ob, my (rod! my God?! “I tried to calm him too. you've do, a bit, telling him that when [ started | knew | was taking my life in my hands, Bat it didn’t seem to comfort him. He kept pacing up and down the room saying, ‘1 can't do it! I can't do it!’ “But I told him that he must do it there was no way out of it. Then he He sat dova at the table and struck the goog, and then the sergeant came into the room again he said, at daybreak : HO *i¢ Serg-ant,’ ‘the prisoner For the pres k him in the room oppo will be shot ent you will site to mine * And so they brought me up here and left me." There was a break Arthur Langley began several sentences, only to strike his through presently he went on thus be angry with Jefferson, You will think that | am mak. ing excuses for him, and that he might have saved me if he'd liked. Then read mother. 1 have something else to When you have read it you in the letter here. pen them 3 * FES “You | 3 nother Wii 0, tell you. “Two hours ago | heard some one tap- ping gently at way door, and a voice~ ig was Jefferson's voice —spoke to me in a whisper, s sArthur! Arthur!” he said Or some one May say.’ “I listened, said : “+If you put your hand and this was what he into your will unlock your door, will see a Federal unifi r uo snd an Put them on and walk right out through the front door, and make west, Button your coat well over your face, and you will be mistaken for me. I usually visit the sentries about this time. If you are challenged, imitate my voice and give the password ** Peters- burg.” Good by, Arthur, and God bless ** There, mother! you sce what Jefler- son was willing to do for me, if you understand why I'm not going to let him do it? It is because | know just what the offer means, It means that Jefferson will be arrested for conniving at my escape and shot instead of me. | musn’'t allow that to happen, must 1? “Jefferson and 1 weren't as good friends as we should have been in the old times; but I always allowed there was grit in him, and now I know it. I hope there's grit enough in me to stand out against this temptation, [t's a tempta- tion to think that there's that uniform waiting for me all the while, and I've only to put it on and get clear away. 1 wonder ——e—? Once again he stopped writing, The temptation had been a real one; for life is very sweet at two-and- twenty, and it is hard to let it go by mercly sitting still and refusing to accept a sacrifice. Moreover, the words which Arthur Lang ley had just put on paper struck back nto his brain, and once more set him thinking. In a sort of delirious fancy he saw himself yielding to the temptation, and putting on that uniform, and walk. ing away safely into the open. It seemed #0 easy and so simple. Fatigue and sleeplessness had broken down his nerves, and an irresistible power impelled him to hey God!” he hispered hoarsel dy a w rae hi will do it, 1 mast do it.” 5 He held the letter he had just written over the lamp, and let it burn away to cinders. Then he drew the key from its hiding-place and undid the door, and stepped out gllently into the passage. The promised uniform was in readiness The door of the room opposite, where his brother, the Federal officer, slept, was oper. Driven by a sudden impulse, he stepped up to it on tiptoe, and looked in. Jefferson Langley was sleeping quietly, with the moon shining through the window on his handsome, boyish face, and makiog a glitter on his golden hair. His sleep was the calm and peace ful sleep of one who has done his duty, and has no more cares upon his mind. Arthur Langley stood as it were spell- bound, and gazed at him. The infinite peacefulness of the face at first perplexed him. But presently he grew to under- stand it; and a great shame for his own contemplated cowardice stole over him, Gradually his muscles relaxed. Silently, and without a word, he gathered up the uniform and carried it to a spot where it might lie without exciting any one's sus- picions. Having done this he crept back to his room and looked himself in again, discover it. Then, feeling a great weight lifted from his mind, he threw his brother, till the dawn, POPULAR SCIENCE NOTES, To Take rug Prace ov LEATHER, — A new material is proposed as a substi for leather. It is called ‘‘flexus It has the same ap- pearance as leather, is the best kinds of calf. The ma- terial is sald to possess great tenacity, to the foot when made into shoes, Flexus fibra, being of vegetable origin, is calenlated also to tilation, and thereby to obviate the dis- comfort from what called “drawing "the feet, arising is Ixren-Reration or F gs # Se mercury of Fah Tue YR de whereas below zero grecs of Fahrenheit, freezes at 30 degrees i of Fahrenheit, The three sub in the loss of heat requisite to I'he action of heat on fluid« or Water at 212 degrees Fahrenheit, lead melts at 612 degrees: the fusing point of gold is nd of iron 3,000 degrees, particulars in order show what enormous changes can be ef fected by cold in the transmutation of boils 2.016 degrees, these Vo We give substance from a tiquid to a sol from a to a i Ether boils at 96 degrees Fahrenheit, i frozen by heat solid } oa but ans never been the severest cold. action and otiom of heat and cold are best exemplified uuder the head of steam, which has only been called forth and made use of by man since about the middle of the contury, but it hss been scale in eighteenth in action on =» ries ni wsture for probably hundreds of thousands of years, it being the opinion of many geologists, including Lyell that it is the generation of steam, whether developed by the internal heat of the earth in a state of fasion, or whether by that of the chemical action of the clen ents in bowels of ing heat, which, scting on hus generating steam, is the he the water and hat throws up such enormous rocks wes «f lava as Etoa has been doing. The rocks and lava t thrown up arein a state of fusion by heat but they gradually cool by exposure to the air and form solid rocks snd moun tains. This action and resction has been going for thousands with little cessation. Heat and cold, agsin, cause the oceanic our earth between the equator and the poles, and vice versa, and thereby affect the earth's magnetism or polarity, not oniy on Sur globe, but probably all throughout the universe, This is borne out by the fact that ‘‘the aurora borealis is decidedly an electrical phenomenon, which takes great force and hus on of years currents on phere, since it is visible at the same time Dr. Faraday conjectures that the electric view, Tur Onpisany Tugnsomerer, —Ordi- tive, says a scientific writer, because of in making them; testing, pointing and sealing being care- lessly done. meter, placed with the instrument to be tested under water. Bat in the cheap grow cool, and is then suddenly warmed The test. simply by placing the bulb in snow, and when the mercury has become stationary this is shown and a file makes the mark, sn inch, and the whole scale is rendered wrong, Thermometers with metallic pistes are sometimes incorrect, The degrees on them are marked by means of dies, which oause a warping or curling of the plates. These have to be rolled to flatten them again, and this causes an incrense 1n the size both of the plates and the degrees. Allowance is sometimes made for this in making the dies, but the result is usually unsatisfactory. A further source of er- ror in this kind of thermometer comes from the fact that most of them are test. ed at one point, The manufacturer re- lies on a scale of d that is very nearly true, aud uses it for all instru. ments having a bulb of like size, The result is that the thermometers are in error at certain points. It is for this reason also that glass thermometers, which have degrees marked upon the Inss with type, are apt to be incorrect, he t pe wed fs the sao fo all glam of a similar kind, notwithstanding the t the bulbs may vary in size. Scientific ther. mometers are usually tested as to their accuracy before they are used at some authoritative observatory. In England this is done at the government on at Kew: in this country at the sical Ine boratory at Yale and niversi. ties, and at the Smithsonian Institution, Certificates are ted showing the amount of error, if any, HISTORIC VESSELS. COLUMBUS CARAVELS AND VIK- ING SHIP AT THE FAIR. Exact Reproductions of the Three Ves sels in Which Columbus Found a New World The Hardy Norsemen’s Frall Craft Writing fiom Chicago, a World's Fair correspondent of the New York Tablet BAYS: The first of objects of interest to which I was attracted were the Caravels of Columbus. It is needless to say that these three Fifteenth century ships were built and fitted out at the expense of the Spanish Government, They are stationed in the little stretch of water that lies be- Casino Hall, The largest, the Banta Maria, is the one open to inspection. Upon her mast is tacked a card from which I obtained her At little more than 71 English feet, her beam not quite 26 feet, and the hold is The rear nnd forward over, At the forward end the bow and sides rise well up, over this flooring on At the rear is the cabin of the admiral, over which a smaller deck hangs, out and baok of the rudder, a regular poop. If Atlantic steamers Columbus’ deed modern of our the grandeur yond the power of words to say, suppose those hardy men came to their ed and forced "som him the promise to if land came not to view within out to them. Surely, that those fifty odd men should have been cooped up in that little ship for two long months was { confinement whose weariness is almost beyond the compass of imag You may somewhat fancy the imprisonment vou recall the historical fact that they did pot encounter even a storm to break the monotony of their cheerless voyage It was sky above and sea below, and ever an east wind filling their sails. Yet they weve cooped up ina narrow little space, hemmed in by the bulwarks of their tiny ship. No wonder the varving the needle awakened . minds already filled with caravel Santa Marin has World's Fair after having taken the ceremonies and { were held at Palos on the 3d of 12th of October, in Jadiz her keel laid on the of April ~ launched on . 26th, il, when fears in fears! The come to such the part in which August 1832 ealivilies thon Sh § ana fuilt was WAY . Ba: 3 and on the 20th ie of July went to sea bound Palos to take part in {err d to above Ne displayed on old time lombards hoops around the are to be seen, and hanging in nets near them the round stone shot with which they were loaded, vessel are hung with the rs-—pikes, battle. axes, arquebuses, shields, bows and Before is a a carfl informed me was an exact reproduction of those drawn on the charts of Juan de la Costa, pilot of he Banta Maria Ou the (half deck is the cabin * the Admiral. A little room i truth the only part of the caravel that has any semblance to a room—about 15 feet deep and 12 feet wide, its front boarded up and oroa mented with gothic arches, one door and three windows—this is the place where undoubtedly, the World finder many an hour in anxiousness and an hour in prayer. [ approached with a feeling of reverence. No is al jowed to enter, carefully studied the interior. A heavy table is in the center, on it are an hour glass, an ancient chart, a ciumsy and rude looking ink-stand, a white candle- stick, an astrolabe and a forestafl, instru- ments the measuring for the port of the festivities re. 1 ancient relics are of small stout iron her Some those with barrel f she RA The sides « arma of the soldiers snd AITOWS, the pilot's wheel COM PRsS, which ' many one the height of the stars the officers, snd immediately against its front stands an old cupboard, Next to these are peculiarly shaped. They have no backs and resemble the letter “U's” pant taken by Columbus on the voyage It is precisely similar to Battle of Lepanto and in fact by all great Spanish Leaders as the symbol of com- One flight of stais more and I had mounted the highest deck. Doubtless this was the watchers’ stand as it is the highest part of the ship. An octagonal lantern with ornamental iron work graces the railing that forms the rear guard of the deck. Soearefully exact have those been who supervised the building of this cara. vel that in this lantern is placed a par tially burnt candle. On either side of this deck on the top of the railing is a falconet. This is a small cannon, in shape very much like to a lombard: but only two feet long, and while securely fastened is yet capable of being torend around on a pivotal attachment, Beyond these objects there is little of interest on shipboard, A crew of Spanish sailors man the caravel and all is os it were 400 vears ago— all,except Columbus and Juan de la Costa, and the Salve Regina at nightfall] Oh, that the wheel of time might turn back and dip the wide world ow. all of the earth in that atm of piety in which the rude sailors centuries ago were born and bred. The Pinta and the Nina are Ming quite close to the Santa Maria. y are much smaller and neither is open to the i tion of visitors, I can- not begin to tell you with what a sparkle of antique realism these three caravels cent This pote § Hopp Be Soot ‘rom 1 nt 1 step wn the lake shore to view bed Viking ship that arrived from Norway a few days after the Spanish Caravels anchored at the Convent. It is nothing more than a very large skiff with a mast snd lateen # four sail, Along the sides are circular shields a little larger than a barrel head. These are alternately red and yellow, Between them rested the oars. Its bow, rising up about six feet, develops into a dragon's head and neck. Beside such rude orna- ments the long and grizzly -bearded Olafs stood, chief figure in a fleet of a thousand craft as crude as this. In such frail ships as these came old Bweyn to Britain's const and a Dane sat on the English throne, And farther back than he those hardy men who found shelter from their enemies in the tempest, who used the tempest to shield them when they medi tated an attack, the people of whom Hengist and Horsa were the leaders, came over to Britain's const in such galley vessels, This slight frail thing is in ter- rible contrast with the battle ship “Illinois” near which it rests, Oh! the utter helplessness of ten thousand frail weak skifls such as this, in contest with a floating fort shielded in irom and bristling from stem to stern with the gleaming barrels of huye cannons! THE FUEL QUESTION, Possible Exhaustion of the Present Sources of Supply. cation of power to manufacturiog, trans portation, and all other industrial pur. { poses, the extent of our fuel resources | become of the greatest importance, { ease with which the { country has led, in many quarters, tf reckless waste and extravagant modes of from which these sources of power have | been drawn were inexhaustible, {1 of supposing the world’s supply of fuel, under the present systems of transfor { mation of energy, to be amount. As is well known, the available supply of English coal is reli { 1 i vears which does not vxtend indefinitely into the future. A very few years, indeed, have sufficed to practical supply, although the most ruthless waste hiss contributed largely to this result, It is not impossible that the discovery of fields may store of FRBEOUS fuel, aithough that does A considerable id f new not now seem probable. number of oil fields have ceased to yie reached the period of decreasing produc Although the prospect forthe dis- covery and utilization of new oil centres in different parts of the world is certain- ft perience conclusively tion, iy encouraging, « shows that only a limited supply in refer ence to the world's demands can be ex- ree tod The case 15 not so very different when ihe It is tr | supply is considered, ) ft coal is found in so many locations and in such quantities that it seems to be practically limitless; and at the present rate of use it is so. There is every reason, however, to an. ticipate an increasingly rapid extension of the application of mechanical power, with a correspondingly enormous con- sumption of fuel under the present modes of use. If it were possible to estimate this increased comsumption for the next century, on the one band, and our avail- able soft-coal supply on the other, there reason lieve that the latter would not be quite finitely expressed in terms of the former, Some really start. ling, though very irs i OO 10 x conservative, results were reoently set forth by the Pennsyl vania commission appointed to investi gate the matter of waste in anthracite coal mining. In the st place, it was hown that in the past not more than about 30 per cent. of the actual coal in the ground has been obtained for the market by mining operations, The com | mittee believes that this percentage may fn the future be raised to 40 by rework ing the coal lands and by utilizing the coal now in the culm banks. Even that gain, however, leaves a loss of 60 per cent. The full i & ur significance of these figares does not appear until they are made to { exhibit the total available remaining | supply in the three great anthracite dis- tricts, There remain in the Wyoming distriot four and one-half times the | amount already mined, and in the Lebigh district but two and one-half times the amount now mined, while the Schuylkill | district has been depleted of one-fifteenth only of its total store, | termed “mined” includes the 40 per cent. | available for market and the 60 per cent. | Joss. It is thus seen that the supply of | anthracite conl is quite limited. Indeed, { view the whole question in any way that | system of utilizing power from ite great natural sources is such as to make the mere matter of definite time. It is very probable, however, in fact almost a certainty at the present time, that developments in the science of energy will lead to direct and vastly more economical utilization of the power stored in nature. The best of our present pro- cesses are in reality excessively wasteful, and would within a definite period of time exhaust the supply. But probably no one can be found bold enough to pre- dict that exhaustion and deny that fur ther advances in science will not radical- ly improve our present methods and virtually open new sources of supply of power. It is only through such possible avenues that escape from ultimate fuel exhaustion can be made, and they indi- eate the way to the most interesting and remarkable scientific developments that have yet been made. For the Nails, A bitof emory paper two inches long by three-quarters Dr ineh wide is far better for the nails than a file; it can slip under them and gently remove any little roughness that a file would only aggravate and it is very gentle in its treatment of the tiny color spots that thimble, racquets or pens seen deter. mined to produce. Slip the emory paper into your pocket-book with the hairpin and the extra postage stamp ani you are armed against all emergencies. No other manicure tool than the emory paper is ry, for a finer polish ean be pro. by quick, light rubbing of the Is of one hand on the ball of the other thumb than by all the chamois skin or velvet polishers in creation, A RIDGE OF CORN. With heart grown weary of the heal, And huvgry for the breath Of field and farm, with eager feet I trod the pavement dry as death Through city streets where vice is born-- And sudden, lo! a riidgs of corn, Above the d'ngy roofs it stood, A dome of tossing, tangled spears, * Dark, cool and sweet as any wood. Its silken glenm snd plumed ears Laughed on me through the haze of morn The trenquil prisence of the corn, Upon the salt wind from the ses, Borne westward swift as dreams Of boyhood are, 1 seemed to be Once more & part of sounds and gleams Thrown on me by the winds of morn Amid the rustling rows of corn, I bared my head and on me fell The old, wild wizardry again Of leaf and sky, the moving spell Of boyhood’s easy joy or pain, When pumpkin trump was BSiegfried's hora Fehoing down the walls of corn. I saw the fisld (as trackiess then As wood Wo Daniel Boone) Wherein we hunted wolves and men, And ranged and twanged the green base BOON, Not blitber Rotan Hood's merry horn Than pumpkin vise amid the corn, In central deep the melons lay Slow swelling in the Augnst sun, I traced again the narrow way Aud joined sgaio the stealthy run, The Jeck-o'-antern rece was born Ww ithin the shadows of the corn. O wide, west wilderness of leaves! O playmates fur away! O'er thee The slow wind like a mourner grieves, And stirs the piumed ears like » sos. Would we could sound again the horn io vast, sweet presence of the corn! ~{Hamlin Garland, in Harper's Weekly. MANY WOOD BUFFALO. What Traders Report James Mundie, 8 representative of the Carscaden & Peck, who has just returned to the city from a business trip in the West, brings an interesting bit of g the wood puflalo the North. Three years ago, when Mr. Mundie was at Edmonton, on a trip gimilar to the smpleted, he purchased the head of a wood buffalo, and it was thought at the time that it was the last one that would ever be seen, as the species was supposed to have become pr cally tinct, Mr. of one just oo Imagine, Wise 8 Week ago ing Edmonton to find there one trader with ten heads and spother with twenly robes, and to learn that over two nals had been killed by Indians thisscason in the Slave Lake and Penoe River Iu the lot which Mr. Mundie saw at Edmonton was the largest head he had ever seen, and the roves were of an exceptionally good quality, the hair being very dark and grizzly. The traders told him that some of the animals Killed were of such a great size that the Indians were unable to turn them over, and had to split the carcasses in two in order to remove the robes This is a point worthy of note as it has always been stated by those supposed 10 know that the wood buflale are smaller than the plain buffalo. Mr. Secord, the trader who brought in the robes from the North, had also in his pack 200 musk ox robes from the barren lands cast of the Mackenzie river, nother trader brought in 100 ox robes. Mr. Secord is the authority for the state. ment that 200 wood buffalo robes will reach Edmonton this summer from Slave Lake and Peace river. The question where did these wood buffalo so suddenly come from now nat- urally suggests itsell. The Indians and traders had loog ago given up hope of seeing any again. The theory—and a plausible one it is—which is advanced by the traders is that the remnant of the large herds that once roamed through ir ¥ hundred of the an distric is the customary haunts of the Indians and and rapidly repleted their decimated Last winter the weather was of the Indians, who only too eagerly rushed among them and slaught- ered them right and left. The heavy catch of musk ox is accounted for in the they having been driven south from their feeding grounds in the barren lands of hunger. Raw musk ox robes are selling this year for $40 apiece at Edmonton, Mr, Mundie states that Mr. Secord’s pack of furs was worth $10,000. He had in the lot no less than six huadred beaver skins, the finest that have ever been seen in this country. In fact all the fur that is coming from the North this season is far better than ordinarily, «| Winnipeg Free Press. Vast Power of the Atmosphere, Somebody has made the calculation that, taking the quantities roughly and in round numbers, the atmosphere weighs about a ton to every square foot of the earth's surface, 25,000,000 tons per square mile, or 5 000,000,000, 000, tons on the total of 200,000,000 sq miles: and its ry ix that due motion of this inconceivable velocities varying sll the way slightest sphys 10 the hurricane ng over the the surface of the undred miles an s HHH Ega858 : i one i z : Fa
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