‘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
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