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-'rV N "p? Vf &F HI' r THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH. - THIRD PART. i PAGES 17 TO 20. . CUBAN BULL FIGHT. Lillian Spencer Draws' Two Pen Pict ures of the Savage Sport. THE HAVAKESK EASILY PLEASED. Old, Decrepit Bulls Turned Into the Arena to Be Slaughtered. A TEI BLACK OUTLOOK POE CDBA rOOEKESFOXDIKCSOrTHZ V1ETXTCB.1 HAVANA, April 10. There is nothing perhaps more indicative of the national char acter of a race than its amuse ments. In Cuba the favorite forma of diversion are gambling, masque balls and bull fights. Every Sunday during the .season the last mentioned performance takes place. If yon have never seen a bull .fight, you naturally desire to do so. Ton "have been told that it is in its decline after a career of centuries, but this does not mat ter. Von have in your mind a vast amphi theater of circular seats crowded with tier on tier of human faces. Tour fancy pic tures the gorgeous trappings and brilliant The Grand Entree. throng of the brave days of the Coliseum a Home presided over by Nero. There is the President's box, hung with the national flags, and pitted with the uniformed ofiicials comprising his suit There are the mem bers of the old noblesse, the representatives of the court, of society.of fashion, presenting a galaxy of distinguished men and beautiful women The Cubana with her splendid dark eyes flashing from behind the gauzy meshes of the graceful mantilla. La Senor ita, pale, petite, poeticallycharming.sitting shylyin the background. La Creole, slen der, sinuous, languid, lazily swaying to and fro a feathered fan. The mulatto, swarthy, boldly handsome, flaunting her brazen charms on all alike: the ebonv-fnppd negress with the Spanish eyes and magnifi- w.ua aiah-iu jjivpuriiun. men amia a waving of hats and a deafening cry of "Bravo Toros" comes the glittering pro Icessio of picadors, handerilleros and -matadors clad in rich Spanish costume, wav ing crimson scarf's and brandishing long, naked swords. Lusty cheers, loud and prolonged, greet them as they bow low be fore the President's box as the ancient glad iators bowed before the Emperors of vore and place themselves in attitude of combat BRAVO TOKO. Now a door is swung widely on its hinges and amid a hushed and breathless silence the bull dashes into the arena, when com mences a fight between man and beast, which must terminate in the death of either the one or the other. Bull after bull is let loose among the men and horses and the excite ment gradually increases. It waxes intense as a plunging horse throws a rider, and a Drave iJanderillero lunges with his sword a maddened bull. Blood covers the ground, red scarfs fir like flames through the hot, sultry air, swords gleam in the glaring tropical sunlight and clink one against an other; more furious, more perilous, more desperate grows the fight a contest to the death, each and everyone for himself and Providence for them all. Suddenlv the bull gores the sides of the horse, and the skillful malador sticks into the bull a naked sword. To the very hilt he thrusts the ihin sharp blade down between shoulder blade and spine! It is a masterly stroke, and the big, lumbersome animal 'Q0- A The Jrtt Doth. glares for the last time on his antagonist; glares with pleading, suffering, reproachful eyes, and then calmly, heroically lays him self down to die. It is a solemn momentl .Even the half savage assemblage is awed. The splendid majesty of the huge beast makes itself felt, bnt only for an instant the instant of death. No sooner has the convulsive shuddering of the mammoth . -limbs settled into repose, than the deafen ing clamor breaks forth afresh. Shouts of "Bien pegado hombre!" "Bravo, toro!" rend the air. Bibbons, flowers, scarfs, laces, mantillas, fans, gloves, purses are thrown at the successful matador, who makes his way to the President's box, pre sents his victorious sword, and amid a flour ish of trumpets quits the scene of the bloody affray. This was the bull fight I had in my mind -when one hot Sunday afternoon during the carnival, I drove to the Plazi de Toros in Havana. This was the bull fight I had read about confidently expected to see. To say I was disappointed in my expectations does not begin to express my chagrin at the miserable spectacle I was unfortunate enough to witness. A hundred years ago in old Spam, Ithould have seen such a fight as the one above described. But a'as' the bull fight is in Its decline and is no more what it once was. A MODEEX BULL FIGHT. The fight which I witnessed in Ha vana gave one about as good an idea of the fight so famous in Spain, as the burlesque of an opera will give an idea of the opera itself. I should say the bull figbt of to-day is a parody on the bull fight of yesterday. And a cruel, inhuman parody at that, degenerating each year into a scene of more flacrant torture. It is no exaggera tion to say that a slaughter house would present a scene of mild humanity-when com pared to the barbarous savagery which now attends this the national amusement of both Cuba and Spain. That any but a race of cannibals could look unmoved on such oiooay ana rapacious cruelty is astounding, and yet these people, accredited with the highest civilization, find rapturous pleasure in the tortures inflicted upon -poor dumb M?aIi? ,,.rrlh,eir Ification and delight The bull fight that I saw in Havana would have been! udicrous ir it had not been so bloody, for, absurd and incomprehensi ble as it may seem, the bulls refused to sa .Mte.. 1..ttM.l fl r -- . WCl.lt- afcSK-iuya fight To be sure they only showed their good sense, but this kind of sagacity is not to be desired in this kind of animal. The managers of the Playa de Torosadvertise a fight with bulls and men, and those bulls must fight those men. or the populace will make short work of those managers. In or der to stir the bull to action every conceiva ble means of torture is resorted to. As the doors are thrown open a short knife is plunged into his neck. This proceeding gives gusto to his entrance. The first bull which bounded into the arena was a mild- The Deadly Thrust eyed gentle creature, who walked into the midst of the combatants, gave them all round a friendly sniff, and behaved himself about as well as any little lamb would have done under the same circumstances. "He will never fight," I said to the interpreter. "Oh, yes, he will, they will force him to it" , "But I fhousrht vou used blooded bulls. bred for the purpose and imported from Spain." "So we did once, but not now. It is too expensive. It don't pay. The management would be bankruptl" ''Then these are just ordinary every day bulls?" Ill "Si, si Senora, the market must have meat the bulls must die. Here or in the slaughter house, it does not matter!" This startling revelation would have shocked and horrified me, han I been anv where but in Cuba, where one soon ceases to be surprised at anything, and falls into the philosophical habit of taking all he hears and sees and experiences for granted. Bnt I was right about that bull, for he couldn't or wouldn't fight At least he ddin't He was pricked with swords, fired with torpe dos and finallv driven from tliA rtnw Th grand procession, which consisted of about as seedy a lot of Picadors and Branderel leros as could be imagined,looked disgusted. They wrapped their faded tawdry searfs about their threadbare costumes,pitiful imi tations of the rich garbs worn by the famed Spanish fighters of old, and prepared them selves to receive bull No. 2. He did evince a little more spirit than his predecessor, but his face wore an expression of great weari ness. WANTED TO DIE. He was evidently very old.and undecided whether he wouldn't rather die than live, anyhow. He was finally killed. The third victim stumbled into the ring, coughed con sumptively, and deliberately laid down and composed himself to sleep. He was the tiredest bnll of the lot Bull No. 4 was attacked on his entrance by a nimble-footed banderillero, who flung a scarf over his face. Then a rakish looking Picador, mounted on a shaky horse, with uncertain legs and no tail, a hore lame, blind, old, wek, long past all fear of balls or any thing, except the fate which imposed on him the necessity of living, stuck a pole with an awl on the end into the bull's hide, which angered him and caused him on nis part to charge on the poor old blind horse and gore its bony sides, scattering its entrails on the .ground. A more sickening sight cannot be imagined. But the more the bull gores the horse, the more the brave Cuban enjoys the sport "When this goring business grows monoto nous, barbed sticks with rockets on the end The Grand Finale. are inserted into the flesh of the bellowing animal. These rockets explode and set him afire. Nothing pleases the audience more than the burning bull. Finally the Mata dor appears with a sword. Heis supposed to dispatch the beast at once, bui for lack of skill he misses the vital spot, stabs in one place ad another and finally succeeds in inducing the half dead bull to give up the ghost This is what remains of the world-famed bull fight celebrated alike in song and story, and still licensed and indorsed by the Government of Cubaand Spain and Mexico in reality it has long ceased to be the fashion. The Cuban lady of position no longer lends her presence to the scene. The audience is largely composed of American sight-seers, who occupy boxes at a cost of $50 (Spanish paper) apiece. The benches are filled by Chinamen, peddlerc, fisher men, negroes and the middle and lower class of Cubans and Spaniards. The mu latto and yellow girJ, gaudily and flashily dressed, give the only dash of color to an otherwise meager and uninteresting assem blage. The more I see of this country's passions, customs and amusements, the morel am convinced of two things either it will one day become a race of wild black men fmis cegeneratiou is continually going on), or what is perhaps worse, a land of Spanish desperadoes. Only a general insurrection can uproot the rottenest from Us core. Bnt Cuba libre is yet a long way off. Lillian Spenceb. SOME YEEI KN0W1KG PUPILS. A Brooklyn Teacher's Ruse, Which Didn't Deceive the Wary Principal. Brooklyn Eagle. There is a cruel story in circulation con cerning a certain teacher in one of the pub lic schools who has been highly compli mented because of the success attending the examination of her pupils. It was noticed that her class of boy seemed to be able to solve all the problems. When a question was asked every boy's hand in the class was raised. The principal of the school was putting the questions and the lady teacher would, call on a pupil to make the answer. Although more than a score of questions were asked, in no instance was an improper answer given. The principal was so pleased at the result that he made a special refer ence to Miss Sash's proficiency as a teacher in each of the classrooms he visited. Probably envy was caused by the fact that in no other classroom did the pupils seem to be as well up in their studies. One of the teachers, whose pupils did not acquit themselves very creditably, made an investigation, and, by a judicions outlay of candy, succeeded in gaining the confidence of one of the boys under Miss Dash's care. "Now, Johnny," said she, "how is it that all yon boys know the answers?" "we don't all know," said Johnny, munching a caramel. "But you all put up your hands as if you did." J "Miss Dash tells us all to put up our hands when the question is asked. "We boys who don't know the answer put up our left hands and the boys who know the answer put up their righthands, and then Miss Dash only asks the boys who have a right hand up." MUSIC FOR THE POOR. Lady Colin Campbell Writes From London on the Good Work Done BT ENGLISH SIKGIKG SOCIETIES In Bringing to the Masses the Most Glo rious Gift of God. WHAT TIIE PEINCE OP WALES SAID rCOEEESPOKDEKCS OF TltE PISFATCO.1 Londox, April 16. It would be difficult, when writing on such a subject as the good both done to and developed in the poor ot great cities by music, to find more appropri ate words to use, as it were, as a text, than those of H. B. H. the Prince of "Wales, de livered in his speech at the opening of the Royal College of Music: "I claim for music," said the Prince, "the merit that it has a voice which speaks in different tones perhaps, but with equal force to the culti vated and the ignorant to the peer and the peasant I claim for music a variety of ex pression which belongs to no other art, and therefore adapts it more than any other art to produce that union of feeling which I much desire to promote." H. B. H.'s public utterances are always "admirably expressed, and the sentence I have just quoted is an excellent example of the art of saying the right thing in the right words. Music has not only a voice which speaks, but it is almost as great a necessity to the great majority of our fellow creatures as their own natural gift of speech. And es pecially is it so to the toilers of our great cities. It is only of comparatively late years that the civilizing influence of recrea tion has come to be recognized; and of all civilizing influences there is none that can be compared to that wielded by music. "We need not go back to the Pied Piper of Ham elin to be reminded how human creatures, be they young or old, will be attracted by mnsic That it has power for evil as well as good is not to be denied, and it is hardly too mucn to say tnat before the question of music for the people was taken up with the enthusiasm that brought at least three so cieties into being eager for the task of pro viding it the use made of music in the poorer quarters of our great towns, and es pecially in London, leaned distinctly to the side ot evil. Before these societies took shape, as it were, out ot the growing neces sities of our immense artisan class, a re spectable workingman had hardly any place within his reach to which he could take his young family. nmOCElfT AMUSEMENT. Poor people, to their credit, be it said, are bv no means careless of their children's morals. Eyen in some of the very poorest parts of London one finds fathers and mothers who watch over their children care fully, almost severely. If they would keep them clear of undesirable acquaintances and unenviable knowledge, where could such people allow their children to go? Not to the music halls certainly, where even the curious precocity of the children of the poor was hardly needed to explain to their eyes and ears the evil they both saw and heard around them. And "yet where else could they go? Music halls and public houses saloons, as you say in America, public houses and music hails, lined all the great arteries tnat run through the north, sonth and east of London. Nothing else was there in the shape of amusement cheap enough to attract the millions who craved amusement of some kind or other, after the hard toil of the long day. To such people the concerts of the societies already men tion J came as an immense boon. Here were entertainments either free or well within the people's means, to which they could go with their families at nightfall, without the fear of young minds being be wildered or contaminated by equivocal allu sions. They were not slow to appreciate also the superior class of music which they heard at the concerts; for the mass of the -people are, within certain limits, exceeding ly good judges of both the music they hear and the way in which it is rendered. The soil was ready and fertile, and it is therefore not very surprising that the good seed sown so few years ago should already have borne such a great crop of success. The experiment was at first tried with a cer tain amount of misgiving; that feeling van ished long ago. A good concert is now found to draw a larger audience than al most any other form of entertainment hith erto attempted; nothing is so popular or so paying. If the working classes continue to pav to go to the concerts provided for them, there can be little doubt of their appreciation of the attractions offered. Not only do thev feel grateful to the societies that hring so much music to them but, though there are several societies for providing music in this way, they cannot suffice for so gigantic a city as London and so the people are begin ning themselves to try and help themselves in this direction. BEPLACING THE MUSIC HALL. I received a letter lately from a poor workingman, written in the name of four others beside himself, asking me to go down and sing for them on any Saturday evening I chose to name. .Four years ago these poor men workingmen earning only a few shillings a week had felt that some thing must be done to save the young people around them from the influences of the music halls. As the writer truly said: "Boys and girls will be boys and girls, and if tbey don't get healthy amusement, why, thev will take the unhealthy." These five men, therefore, had formed themselves into a committee; they hired a small school room every Saturday evening, and cflhi menced giving their concerts. To us it may seem but a little thing to do, but to them, with only their wage3 and no sort of experi ence to help them, it was a very great undertaking indeed. For four years they had carried on their weekly entertain ment to gradually increasing numbers, until last year it was found that inch crowds had to be turned away every Satur day night that this year they decided that if the good -work must be carried on, they must take a larger hall. The larger hall meant more expense in every way; hut the managers made up their minds to take the risk for the sake of the good that had been done in these four years. The music halls of the neighborhood had undoubtedly suffered, and not much wonder; for the night I sang at the request of this committee of working men, there must have been between two or three thousand people in the hall. If that number are drawn away from the music halls every Saturday night in that neigh borhood, it is not surprising that they should feel the difference. The action of these men, by no means a solitary instance, shows how much they" have learned from the lesson taught by the societies as to the elevating influence of good music UiUbUCl MMUW, UU U CVCU IUVFC SUIK- mg one, of the lasting and ennobling influ ence of music, is the Royal Victoria Coffee Hall,4n the New Cut formerly the Old Surrey Theater. The name of that street not many years ago was decidly ill-favored. Both it and its surrounding neighborhood had unenviable reputation. "The Victoria Hall, or the "Vio" as its habitues now affectionately terra" it, Mas only established at Christmas, 1880. DECREASING CEIME. The clergymen of the district were unan imously opposed to the scheme when first started, thinking that another "music hall" was not likely to have a much better effect than those which, as they knew by experi ence, had already done (so .much harm. Xneir opposition availed nothinc thoa thev did what tbey could, both by examp ana precept, w prevent people iroaj PITTSBURG, SUNDAY, APBIL 28, 1889. to the "Vic." The good done in so short a space of time, however, has opened the. eyes of these short-sighted ecclesiastics, and now they and the police join in praise of the al tered state of the streets as regards both drunkenness and immorality. "Since the Surrey became the 'Vic,' " say the latter, "there has not been one charge arising di rectly out of it; before that "tnere was never a night without one or two, and at the holi day season there were as many as 30 and 40, and even CO charges at one time." The general charges of the neighborhood have decreased, on an 'average, from 40 to 4. Looking at these results, and at the com paratively short time it has taken to pro-, duce them, who shall say that something very like the traditional ''royal roads" has not been found to the hearts ot the people. The successof the Victoria Hall is all the more phenomenal, from the fact that it fs open every evening. The entertainments are varied: concerts, popular lectures, vari ety entertainments and the magic lantern are the chief attractions; and that admira ble and most energetic lady, Miss Cons, who was recently elected to the new County Council, the Secretary of the "Vic," is al ways on the lookout for anything which will interest or amuse her audience. That such an institution should be able to hold its own against the many other places of amusement always ready to pander to the lowest tastes of an uneducated class is not only a most encouraging fact for those who believe in the soundness of human nature when it is given a fair chance to raise itself, but also proves the immense talent for or ganization possessed by Miss Cons. Once or twice a week the "Vic" is about as lull as it can hold, which, as it can scat nearly 3,000 persons, is not a bad criterion of its popularity. On these occasions a bal lad concert is generally given, and if any well-known singer or popular favorite is announced on the bills outside there will be hardly standing room in the great theater. Though the taste for good music has greatly increased during the last years in the poor quarters of London, ballad musio remains secure at the top of the list in popu lar estimation. The people like certain ora torios, such as the "Messiah" and "Eli jah;" they also appreciate instrumental mu sic greatly; but the true warmth of their en thusiasm and their applause is reserved for the ballad that tells them a story and goes direct to their hearts. LOTEBS OP GOOD MUSIC. I do not think a stranger would recognize the traditional phlegmatio English nature, were he to go down to a concert, say at Shoreditch or Bennondsev, and listen to the applause which follows the singing of some well-known ballad. The whole audience seems suddenly to become one huge throat and pair of hands, and the uproar is enough, to use the vernacular expression, "to lift the roof off." Not that these out bursts by any means greet every item of the programme, for. if an East End audience is capable of enthusiasm, it is also capable of discernment; and the dead silence which occasionally follows a performance seems, by the force of contrast, to be almost a greater condemnation than actual hissing. There is also another way in which the societies aid in developing a love of music among the masses. Singing classes have been instituted at several of the musical centers and have met with unyarying suc cess. A choral class at Clerfcenwell was started in the spring of 1882. During the first term 86 students joined, 94 during the second. The following year, encouraged by the success of the Clerkenwell classes, a teaching center was established in Ber moiidsey; orchestral classes for teaching string, wind and reed instruments were added to the choral classes, and competitive examinations in harmony and sight singing were held at both centers. The third year was even still more successful, for the num- Der oi entries ot students rose from 640 to 1,260, and 12 new classes were formed. These facts speak for themselves. "Music." said Martin Luther, "is th fairest and most glorious gift of God. It is a discipline, it is an instructress, it makes people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable." These words might have been taken as the key-note of the work done by the various societies who set themselves the task of bringing this "fairest and most gloiious gift of God" to the masses of toil ers and workers who throng our great city, and to whom the grimy, colorless side of life is so terribly real. And that they have suc ceeded in carrying out Luther's words in making people more moral and more rea sonable by the aid of music is proved be yond doubt and question by the altered state of the New Cut and similar metropol itan thoroughfares. Gebtkude E. Campbell. HALF BIRD, HALF BEASTS. Description of a Strange Crcntnre Found In the AnHtrnllnn Wilds. San Francisco Chronicle. 1 One of the most curious of all Australian animals is the ornithorhynchus paradoxus. It is paradoxical, being half bird and half mammal. It lives chiefly in the water, and seeks its food by means of its bill, in the mud, line ducks. As this animal has had great attention called to it by the Darwini ans, who use it as an illustration of a con necting link between species, it will be well to give rather a minute description of it. It certainly i3 a mdst odd-looking affair. The adnlt animal is about 20 inches in length from the end of the bill to the end of the tail. The body is rather long and com pressed, and thickly covered with very glossy hair, among the roots of which is a layer of soft, short water-proof felt or wad ding. The head is small and round, with small bright eyes and no external ears, although the internal ears are perfectly developed and the hearing acute; and instead of the" muzzle, mouth and the teeth of an ordinary uuaurupcu, mo creature IS lumlslicd With a hill like that of a duck. The legs are short; the forefeet have each five toes, with strong uuinjuiug cjhws ana a connecting mem brane for swimming which extends even beyond the claws, but is capable of being folded back, so as not toimpede their use when burrowing. The hind feet are smaller than the fore feet; they also have five toes, armed with claws and webbed, but the web does not extend beyond the base of the claws. The hind feet of the male have sharp spurs, like that of a cock, which are merely rudimentary in the feinale. These spurs were at one time erroneously supposed to be venomous. The tail is strong, broad and flattened, about half as lone as the body, covered with long and coarse hair and nearly naked on its under surface. This animal is lively and active, and so readily alarmed by the approach of danger as no"t to b8 easily shot, diving before aim can be taken. It is usually to be seen with only its head above the water. It prefers the twilight to the glare of the day, and its voice resembles the growl of a small puppy. It carefully dresses and pecks its fur, and when asleep rolls itself into abalj. A Centennial Snggestlo . t was decided that President Harrison onld merely bowt6 the guests passing be- him. at the reception, as Washineton did. But why didn't the committee pro vide an apparatus as aoove, to please the great army of handshaking fiends ? Pweifc. EAST AND WEST. A Tale of a Century Ago. "WBITTEir rOB THE DISPATCH BTZ EIWVAJtD EVERETT HALE. CHAPTER X Lieutenant Henry Curwen, meanwhile, was learning that the service of his country was not always to bring him nearer to the girl he loved. That sad day, when he made sure that no one in Marietta had heard of any TitcOmb party, or expected them, he had gone back in poor enough spirits to his pack-saddles, his homesick friend Glen denin, to Captain Zapoly and to General Harmar's hospitality. After dinner Gon ernl Harmar showed to him the orders which he had brought. In substance, they directed Harmar to withdraw all the ef ficient force he could from Fort Harmar, and thus to strengthen the new post at Fort Washington. He was at the same time left to his own discretion as to a movement in force against the Shawnees. General Knox still hoped, and the President hoped, that the Indian chiefs would see the folly of war with the United States, and that Be fore the arrival of the dispatches they might be peacefully engaged in the easy business of housing their summer crops of corn. But General Harmar said what Curwen had already learned in substance at Marietta, that they were more insolent than ever. His own wish had been to do all but dis mantle the fort in which they were and to make arrangements for a campaign. Now that he had full permission he should do this immediately. "So, if you gentlemen have seen all you want of the Campus Martins," he said, in conclusion," "you need not take a comb nor a biscuit nor a cartridge from your boat You may go on board at gunfire to morrow morning and work your. way down to Fort "Washington. And tell them to look out for me and to be sure I do not pass them in the night" And at his own little joke he laughed heartily. Curwen joined ruefully in the laugh; Zapoly joined more heartily, without the slightest understanding of what the joke was. Such is the necessity, alas, of those who are forced to converse in languages they do not understand. To poor Harry, who had come by a zig-zag route more than 1,000 miles' to see the women he loved, it was a wretched blow which fell in the an nouncement that he was to go 200 more di rectly away from the only hope he had of seeing her. But he knew too well the place oi a young officer, indeed, he was gov erned too much by the feeling of respect to a man in every way his superior, to venture on any vigorous protest All he could say was that he would go as soon as the General thought best, bnt that he had carelessly made tome arrangements in the new city, and that he must send his servant over to cancel them. So unused was he to life in camps, that he was amazed when the good natured General replied: "Cancel them? .Don't think of cancelling them. "We are not so hard pressed as that Oh, no, Lieutenant, a day more or less is nothing--I mean a day of your arrival for, to tell the truth, I shall not break up here for a fortnight or more, and, as Bob Kidd said when they hanged him. there will be no fun till I come. Oh, no, my dear young friend, we are in no such hurry as that Only, as your boat is all ready, and I have nothing half so swift as she, I thought yon had better take my commands to St Clair yonder. "Wednesday, Friday when you will only tike care I do not. pass you on a flood some day. lean tell you that when there is a fresh a fleet of arks makes speed which would have frightened Shem and Japheth." And he laughed good-naturedly again. Harry Curwen was frightened at his own success. He did not dare presume upon it He said, modestly, that he would take care no one passed him on the way, and retired early to his room, which had been assigned to him and Zapoly. Here he summoned Clendenin, and gave him orders for the next day. And the next day he and Clendenin crossed to the new town again, and then, in a canoe, worked their way up to see some Boyntons from Newbury, who, it was thought, might know something of the Titcombs. But they, while they knew of people of that name in NewBury, had not had tidings of their removal. In a similar fruitless search the next day was spent And on the fourth day, from mere pride, the young officer had to give up this in quiry which he could not explain either to Harmar, to Zapoly, or to Clendenin, and as soon as his awkward squad was released from the school ot the soldier in the morn ing, he ordered them on board the barge and took up the voyage, now so odious to him, to the fort, newly-established, where we now see the city of Cincinnati. And now he was to spend months there on duties wholly new to him, among com panions every one xf whom would have been a study, were the young man one of the critical or of the speculative kind. Kentucky militiamen came from time to time. At least tbey succeeded in eating Uncle Sam's rations, though the officers on Uncle Sam's regulur line looked very doubtfullyon their performances. Queerly enough, they had none of the skill of the rifle lor which the ideal Kentuckian was even then 'famous. Zapoly, who watched their manual of arms, declared that they did not know one end, of a gun front the other. The famous pack-saddles, to the construc tion of which Curwen had given so much time in Pennsylvania proved to be absurdly large when the Indian horses were brought in up on which they were to be used. "They are big enough for elephants," said the officer who received them, and poor Curwen had to stand chaff untold, because he had carelessly revealed his own share in their manufac ture. He brought his own Yankee skill to bear, however, in the plans for reconstruct ing them, and was author of an ingenius method of refilling them, which made them useful with the little "tackies" which were to carry them. Indeed, everybody, except the poor martinet Zapoly, put his hand to 40 things a day. "I clean my boots, Iwash my shirts, I sew on my buttons, I drill men, I scold them. I praise them, I pack biscuits, I approve bills tor hay, I fish for cat-fish, I salt pork, I hoop casks, I write despatches, I sit on court-martials, I do everything which becomes a man, from swaggering around as if I was a commander round to concealing the hole in my hat by an extra large cockade." Thus wrote Curwen to young Urowinshield, a college mend wnom fi be had left at home. At last even the fastidious Harmar I agreed that they were ready to march. High time it seemed to Harry, to Zapoly, and ' most ot ine young omcers. women came in daily to the fort, with theirchildren,froin cabins not 30 miles away, frightened by tales ot other cabins burned and other wo men murdered. From beyond this line of settlements, or of places proposed as settle ments, more serious rumors came, of such a concentration of Indian forces as had not been made for years. In all such rumors, there was the certainty "behind that the En glish troops supplied powder, lead, flints and guns to the savages. There was no hope that they would hot be equipped quite as well as Harmar's own forces. Why he would wait for a dozen more recruits, or for a few more pack-saddles, was a problem which the younger officers could not solve; and all were delighted Indeed when heat last permitted two or three companies of his Kentucky recruits to march northward Up the valley, and feel the force which was said to be gathering. For Harry Curwen himself he had not much enthusiasm about the enterprise which followed. To leave barracks and fort; yes, that was what they longed for. The weather was delightful, the autumn jnst coming on, and the ride through forests and across prairies was nil that one could wish. But he knew all the deficiencies in men and equipment; an aid does. He knew everything which had been done wrong,and it was hard for him to think that of a sudden, in some day of battle, every thing would go right "With the privates, and even with Zapoly, it was different. The count, as they called Zapoly, had amused himself in a fashion by shooting, and some times by fishing. He was delighted to have at last an opportunity to exercise his own Erofession, in which, it must be confessed, is only achievement thus far had been in the Potato "War of Frederic. To lounge along, 10 or 15 miles a day, in weather generally perfect this was the reg ular movement of the first three weeks oi the campaign. If the woods left only a beaten trail, talk was difficult, but often the prairies opened so that the officers could chat together as the horses walked slowly on. Most of the command was on foot, and it was impossible to exceed their rate 'in a day's march. At night there was but little fuss about an encampment The whole force was hardly 1,600 men, most of whom THE BATTLE were used to frontier life. A fewjtents were set up for the Headquarters, if it were con venient. For the rest there was always wood enough for a campfire, and the men slept in their blankets, under trees or in the open air, as might happen. Zapoly, the Count, was delighted. His dream had accomplished itself as he had no right to hope it would." He attached himself to every scouting party though it were sent out for" the most insignificant purpose. The rough and simple Kentuckians were amused by his elaborate artificial arrangements for the' campaign, and by the very limited range of his vocabulary. But once and again General Harmar himself found him ot use in interpreting with the coureurs an bois, of whom more than one was with the the party, who were really much better ac quainted with the homes'and trails of the enemy than were any ot his Kentuckians. The Ohio settlers had. none of them been in the territory more than three years, and Harmar himself knew the ground as well as they did which means that he did not know it all. Coming back from one of these expedi tions on a rainy afternoon Zapoly reported that-the war was opening gigantic propor tions. "Dudder day wot you call him hier we did burn cinnuante wot you call him fifty corns wot vou call him, cobs, corn; aujourdhui to-day we did bum deux-cents wot you call him, two hun dred." The truth was that the business of the expedition was to destroy the villages of the Shawnees, inside or cast of the line of the two Miamis. Some treaty or agreement or general theory that it would be for the best to push all the Indians west of that line governed the policy of the new-born nation. Now the territory involved is two thirds, more or Jess, of the present State of Ohio. It includes some of the most re markable farming lands in this world. There are bottom lands there which have yielded unparalleled crops of Indian corn from that day to this, in the century which has elapsed, without a spadeful of manure. Jad Anthony, who knew Pennsylvania farming, when he saw the country and its Indian cornfields, said that he had never seen such fields of corn in his life. It was not, then, very wonderful that the Indians, who were in possession, did not abdicate very quickly when somebody somewhere said it would be desirable that they should. And this expedition on which our friends were engaged was intended to convince them, by the destruction of their crops, lodges and villages, that it would be lor their best interest to do so. As Zapoly made his bi-lingnal announce-, ment of victory he opened his haversack, in which he had brought what he called les articles de luxe, which every day he col lected for the "museums of the curious in Europe. A queer set he had by this time now a horn spoon, now a cunningly carved shell from the Ohio, now a wampnm belt, with other matters of native art This time he held up a necklace of shells and showed it to Curwen. "Voila, mon ami, regardez, it is new it is sehr wunderlich, mon ami, voila! Dem shells, mon ami, regardez, sont des coquilles maritimes what you call dem? Shells of the marine de l'ocean ocean, mon -ami, lis ne sont pasdes eoquilles de la riviere. No, no, not shells from de brook, de la belle riviere Ohio." Sure enough, to any one's eye, the neck lace was of sea Bhells. To Curwen, how ever, it had quite another interest It was clearly of the work of civilized artificers. And the moment he took it ill his hand he recognized its workmanship. He eagerlv showed the clasp to Zapoly, and told him in French, which he now spoke sufficiently well, that not 12 months before he had had that necklace in his hand. In truth it was made from South American shells by some Dutch workman in Caraccas. It had been bought by one of the Salem captains, and given by his wife as a present to Sarah Farris. She had tforn it one evening at a dance, and the clasp had broken. . Harry Uurwen nad put it in nis pocket and had carried it the next day to the jeweler who had mended it. All this he rapidly ex plained to the other, and confirmed what he said by opening the clasp, and showing on a little smooth place the letters "S. P. from J. L." , x "Now what the devil brought it to this wilderness?" said the young man, more eagerly excited than Zapoly had ever sees him. ' Of course there was no answer. The seeutshad found two wretched oablas of bark, from -which the inmates had fled. They had, apparently, not so much as known that a war was in progress. Clearly, they had not hurried themselves in the har vesting, of their corn, most of which vas In the field. A few bushels, as Zapoly had said, were piled, not husked, by the cabin. These the scouts had taken for the use of the army. "While the men were packing it he, as his wont was, had been hunting for curiosities. It never occurred to the ac complished nobleman that he was doing what a man would be hanged for should such a man be found rifling his mother's castle on the Danube in her absence. Under a pile of leaves which seemed to him not normal he had found quite a "cache" of do mestic implements, and under these, neatly wrapped in corn-busks, was the necklace in question. How under the heavens had it come there? This question, in one or an other form, spoken aloud or only whispered fo himself, accompanied Harry Curwen for days. But the very next night events occurred wiiich prevented Harry from going out him self to the place where Zapoly" had found these relics, to see if he conld not And the Indians who left them there. Colonel Trot ter had been ordered out with a large re connoitering party, and hid marched but a few miles when his advance overtook and killed two of the Indians. By one of their shots one of his own men was wounded. For some reason or other the whole party at once returned, as reconnoitering parties will. Colonel Gordon, a Kentucky officer in the force, was disgusted, and marched off the same men to recover the lost laurels. The men went unwillingly enough, and from the number of stragglers who came back it was clear to Harry and his friend that thej had no stomach for the fight But Harmar would not let these" two accom pany the expedition, telling them that he should have more work for them at home. Sure enough, indeed, before the next evening, the whole body of the Ken tuckians came running back Into camp, and when Gordon himself appeared, de jected and angry, it seemed that all the 30 regulars he had with him had been cut to pieces. "When, weeks after, a muster,of the militia men took place, it proved that they had all found their way back to Fort "Washington. All this showed that war AT THE CABIN. had begun, and indeed, they were approach ing what might well be called villages, and passing along by the magnificent cornfields, such as have been described. Everything that could be of use was burned, but the scants1 brought in such accounts of gather ing ot the clans as might have been brought in had a great army of Napoleon's been concentrating. And Harmar himself was affected by re- Eorts so terrible. He came as far as "what e chose to call the capital of the Miami towns, and burned that, destroyed some 20, 000 bushels of corn, he thought, and then, ordered a retreat It he had not ordered it, the greater part of his men would have gone back without orders. But this was not the end. After two or three days of this excit ing, provoking and disgusting work, when they were eight miles back on their way to Fort "Washington, it seemed to Harmar that he must recover some reputation if he could, and he, therefore, ordered from his very best force parties amounting to 400 men, to go back to the ruins of the town, thinking t find there the savages assembled to see what had been left "With this party were Zapoly and Curwen. They marched about mid night, having been divided into different parties, in the hope of entrapping a consid erable number of the Indians together. This scientific plan was unfortunately unfit for the woods, and the result was, in brief, that every division had to fight the enemy alone, and that the end of it was a virtual mas sacrefor some 200 men were killed and wounded or carried into cantivltv bv the Indians. On the extreme right wing had been Harry and Clendenin. with Zapoly. This is no place to describe the miserable carnage which followed. Little does the traveller of to-day, who takes a cup of coffee at Fort "Wayne, or changes a train there, understand or indeed remember the intrica cies of what happened there just a century ago. Enough, that each wing of the little company finding little opposition pushed too far. The centre, unsupported, met the whole force of the savages. The troops at last broke and fled several miles. It was not till the St Joseph river parted pursuers and pursued, that the whites made a rally. Thus was it, that when Curwen and a few men who had been detached on the extreme fight, returned, they found no Major Wyllys to report to. The army had fled and between Curwen and his command were the triumphant savnjres. Thus cut off from his own general, and from any possibility of rendering assistance Harry fountLthat he must find his way back to the Ohio, if he could, by his own resour ces. Zapoly, brave enough, was utterly confused. He was no woodsman, and as Harry said alterwards, did not know his right hand from his left Clen denin had the instincts of a Western scout, and useful indeed these proved in the days which followed; but he knew nothing ot the country in which he was, and was even confused, in ways which Harry could not understand, by the vege tation, the flow of the streams and every thing which ought to teach the way, but which varied strangely from what the boy was used to in the valley of the Alle gheny Mountains. Poor Harry Curwen had to exercise hts own "horsa sense" If he were to get home at all, and in that country he had two difficulties. A heavy mist or cloud, which seemed almost like smoke, hung over the whole sky for days, and made it difficult even to see where was the sun in the heavens. If it did not rain there was fog or smoke so thick that one could not make out north Or south, unless he had a compass. The boy was wholly unused to the prairies, and was worse off than he would have been at sea. He was equally unused to "Western forests; while he had some knack as a woodsman in New Hampshire or in Maine, he did not know the indications which surrounded him in Ohio. By some wretched misfortune they had all gone oat from camp without the or dinary pocket compass, which every sur veyor carried in those days. And now tbey had to work home to tbe'Ohio by such indi cations as nature and nature's god would give them. The traveler who flies, across at the rate of 40 miles aq hour, sleeping as he rides perhaps does not well or easily imagine what the journey was. As the bird flies it is 200 miles; as these poor fel lows had to march oh 1 how much more. His whole party was bnt six men. Of the privates of the party) there was no man of the type from which novelists have made their Pathfinders". One of tfaea was oae of the boatbuilders whom Harry Curwen had brought with him. One of them was a wagoner from Pennsylvania, who had been enlisted at Fort Pitt when he was too drunk to know What he was doing. One who was called a Kentucky militia man was in fact a Scotch gardener, who had been exploring the "West for new plants at the charge of some English botanists, had found that his remittances did not follow him and had en listed for better, for worse. Zapoly, as has been said, was as ignorant of woodcraft as a child. Harry found himself in fact, as in name, the leader of the party, with abso lutely no knowledge of she methods of wood faring life in that region, or of the condition of the country or of the climate. All that he knew was that he must work to the southeast with no compass. Hp knew that the streams now near him flowed, for their general course, north and northeast, and so far he had a vague clew. But once and again he had reason to dis trust it. From day to day, of course, he had every hope of a fair sunrise or sunset, or break of the miserable fog which sur rounded him. But to the day of his death he never did know whether he led his party in the general direction they wanted to take, or whether they went round and round for the three or four days which first followed their separation from Harmar's army. It was not till 3 or4 o'clock one after noon that, with hardly any warning, fog. and smoke seemed to lift from above them, and, to his dismay, Harry saw that the sun, now quite low in the heavens, was just where it ought not to be. That is to say. he was traveliner north -east, almost exactly away from it But to the day of his death young man, man of affairs, or' old man, telling these sto ries to his grandchildren Harry Curwen believed that he had been led all that morn ing by an invisible hand. If, as he supposed, he had been all day on this course, and this seemed most likely, all prospect of his rejoining the command" was over. His business was to strike the Ohio river as best he might And, on the little evidence they had as to the place where this sunshine found them, he determined, and determined rightly, that he must change his course over the prairie at once, fix a route as directly southeast as streams and swamps would permit, and, if he could, strike the Great Biver before it made the bend west ward, in which it passes Fort Washington. He knew,and any man of his party knew, that they were no match for any consider able band of the Shawnees whom they might encounter. The savages would be flushed with the news of the victory they had won, and, with, the mere handful of powder which Harry could rely upon in all the horns of all his party there could not be long fighting. His business was to move as quietly as he could and to strike the Ohio. He knew also that on this course, if he could hold to it,he should with every march come nearer to regions which the Indians were abandoning, and also, which for him meant a great deal, he should be coming closer to the Essex county settlement of Marietta. In such a party, at such a time, there is no need' of a formal command, far less of explanation why a change of move ment is ordered. Every man knew at once that they had lost their way and now had found it. And the whole party was as glad, as Cnrwen could wish them, to make a long march even after the hard work of the day. He had moonlight after the sun went down, and it was mid night before they made a bivouacby a water course. Even then, they ate their venison without more cooking than it had had al ready. For no man was foo enough to risk the light of a fire. But with the gray of the morning, as soon as one could see anything, Clendenin was on his feet Indeed, tor such a purpose as this, he was their best woodsman. He felt, the danger they were in, by traveling- fter" nightfall, though he accepted th necessity. He now worked back upon their track, to see whether they'had passed any other trails; and he found, as he feared, within a mile, the evident trail of another party crossing their own, not quite at right angles. The boy was acting without orders, and he knew he was, but he knew that Curwen had confi dence ill, him, and, with the promptness of a frontiersman, he worked against tne trail, as he would have called it that is to say, he did not follow the party who made it but went back to see where they came from. He L pressed on as rapidly as he could, for he knew he would be missed as scon as the others were awake. His curiosity was re warded, when, not half a mile from their own camp, as he could guess, but per haps a mile and a half by the way. he had come, he saw a little skia lodge, evidently the work of Indians. He approached as close as he dared and watched as long as he dared for signs of motion. Just as he supposed he must return with no knowledge of the strength of the party there, some one came out from the lodge. "To his surprise it Was a young woman. She looked around her. went to a stagnant creek before her and filled a gourd with water, and then called the others. Only two women followed her at first, but in a minute after, another. It was quite clear to Clendenin that these were the whole party. He did not mean to be frightened by awoman, and he now broke from his lair in the tall, dry grass, and rushed upon them, showing them that he had a gun. He was too quick for them to escape him. They cried aloud. One of them fell upon her knees, with some notion of the custom of white people; but the youngest advanced fearlessly to meet him. She said: "Good Indians. I no Indian; I from Cumber land," speaking with difficulty The boy ' looked at her with amazement; cried out "Bachel, Kachel," and kissed her. CHAPTER XL To the white woman if so she may be called who was as black as the smoke of the, lodge and the sun of July, August Sep tember and Octobet could make her Clen denin's eager kiss and scream of recognition brought back a set of emotions which had been dead for years. She had not schooled herself to thedeaf and dumb.blind and numb stolidness of the life of a Shawnee squaw. Bather, she had been schooled to it by the years which had passed over her since she was taken from her father's home. The boy had dreamed of her all this time. And she no, not once in a month had she thought of him. But now, with his embrace and scream of delight his eager volume of questioning, of which she understood noth ing, the girl was changed in one instant Twenty times in the first year of her captivity she had tried to escape. Twenty times the poor child had been caught in the attempt and brutally punished. And now, for months, not to say for vears, the poor thing was fast ceasing to he more than a thing, had neither looked backward nor forward. She had not looked up to God. She had asked no questions and made no struggle. Literally, she had hewed wood and drawn water. The night and morning when Sarah Parris and Mary Tit comb had been thrown upon her hospitality had, for the moment, broken the paralysis which was on her heart wul, mind, and even body. But she conld see that they had no suspicion that she was. other than the savages around her. If she thought of escape with them, it was with that dead feeling that nobody cared whether she lived or died nay, with the certainty that the herself did not care. It is hard to describe such numbness; impossible, of coarse, to tell the feelings of a thing, hardly a persea, who does not feel. And now, this young fellow caresses and kisses her. She could see nothing in him of the little boy whom she had so often dressed whea he as a baby. But just as he had knows her, not hy her person, but by her voice, she recognized in him, not his boy voice, bat hie father's. The electric spark flashed agrees; and she, was herself again. But 'they conld not understand eaek other's words any better than she sad Srk Parris had understood each other. And the , assistance she rendered from this sieae&t not only to her "wether, bnt to Oarwear Za poly, nd the other three, was Hot the as HrtwweofawWw eu,-W tfet efa Js.