A THREE-THOUSAND MILE WALK, Being a Narrative of Sport, Adventure and Hardship During a Trip on Foot From Ohio to the Pacific Coast. wjuiTxar ro3 the dispatch ey c r. iranns. chapiter n. BUDGING up the long, Bmooth accliv ity, pausing now and then for a shot at the flocks of sandhill cranes that purred far overhead, I stepped across the imaginary line into Colorado my fifth State and in the cool, enchanted dust of au October evening swung into Tirst View. Tne "town" consisted of a section house, where a supper of rancid bacon, rare potatos, leaden bread flounced with sorghum, and coflee which looked ex actly like some alkaline pools I wot of and tated about as cheerful, encouraged my lonely belt to reassert itself. There was no temptation to sjeep in the infested hous, and after supper I found a luxurious little gully in the grassy plain, gathered a little rcsin-n ccd for a pillow, spread my sleeping bag on the soft sand, and turned in Just as I was dozing off a tiny patter roused me, and, opening my eyes, I saw the sharp, inquuim e face of a coyote looking down at me from the bank not five feet above. I slid my hand softly to my 44, but be was off like a" shot, carrying with him the pietty pelt for n hich lvas so anxious. Tirst Tiew of Tlke' Peak. Next morning before the sun had climbed abote the bare, brown divides of Kansas, I rolled out of "bed," danced about a few moments in the cool morning air to unlimber my joints, and then hastened to introduce m v chattering teeth to a breakfast which would hae swamped any less burglar-proof stomach. Its only merit was that it was warming. As the day burst into bloom the section people pointed out the faint patch of white upon the far-oft'Western skv from which First View takes its name the noble head of Pike's Peak, which half a century ago was one of the saddest and most romantic goals toward which man ever struggled. It is nearly 150 miles from First Vie. Then, filling the long magazine of my Winchester and stowing a quart bottle of water in one of the capacious pockets of my coat, I struck out at a rapid gait northwest wardly, desiring to hunt well out into the plains and still get back to Kit Carson, 15 miles ahead, before night. It is no easy walking upon the plains at this season of the year. The short, brown buffalo grass soon polishes one's soles until they shine like glass, and directly the feet slip, so that it is rather hard to tell hether the step carries one farther forward or the slide farther back. Sighting: tho Antelope. Ten slippery miles must have been trav ersed in this dubious and aggravating loco motion before my cj es, rested on the object of their search. Three or four miles oft, in. a low divide, were four tiny gray dots. They had no apparent shape, nor did they seem to move, but the hunter's eye even when it has been abused by years in chasing the alphabet across a white page is not easily fooled. They were antelope and the next thing was to get them. - The theories of antelope hunting were sufficiently familiar to me by reading, but when put "into practice they Hid not fully bear out the books. A big red bandanna, tied to the end of my bamboo staff, was soon flapping to the wind, and I lav fully an hour behind a inndy rosette of the Spanish (larger, innocently expecting my game to come straight up to me as they should have done according to all precedent in the stories. Their attention soon grasped my signal, and thev did sidle toward me by de grees, demurely nibbling the dry grass as they advanced. But they had "probably seen auction flags before, and after perhaps a mile of their herbivorous advance they stopped, and even began grazing away from me. It was plain that any further advances toward an acquaintance must come from me. Timid, but Desirable Ga-ne. leaving the banner snapping in the wind, I crawled backward on mv ilomaeh some hundred yards to the foot of my low ridge, and thep, behind its shelter, started on a dog trot up the ravine. His Labor Tor nis Tains. For half a mile or so this shelter lasted, and thence I had to crawl flat on my face from sagebrush to cactus and from cactus to sagebrush, for fully a mile, dragging the rifle along the ground, and frequently stabbed by inhospitable cactus leaves. At last, only 300 yards away, I pushed the "Winchester over a little tuft of blue stem; but before my eye could run along the sight the buck gae a quick stamp, and off went the four like the wind. It nas a very sore hunter that clambered stiffly to his feet and shook an impotent fist at those vanishing specks, already half a mile away, and limped back to where the flag and coat were lying. But ill-luck can never outwearv persever ance; and a couple of hours later came my revenge. Just as my head came level with the top of an unusually high swell a sight caught my eye which made me drop as if shot. There in the hollow, not over 550 yards away, were three antelope grazing lrora me au old buck, with two-hich prong"! on las autlers, a young buck, and a blck doc. Bv sor-d luck they did not sus pect my preit mi , :ind it must have been minutes that 1 ur'if d the pretty creatures tiirongha tun of 'ni-; before I pulled the jriffger. A?, the tmoku blew back past me I saw she old buck spring high in the nir, run a few rods, and pitch forward upon the -arth. His companions stood bewildered for a second, unknowing which way to run, a thai-hesitation was fatal to the vounr bnck.. sHe started north, but before ho had J 1 run 100 feet another bullet broke bis spine. Before another cartridge conld jump from magazine to barrel the doe was out or sight. Can Scarcely Be Said to Bon. Beautiful animals are these shy rovers of the plains, graceful and slender as a grey hound, and fleeter of foot. I can think of nothing else so agile. They seem, when scared, not to run, but rather t fly upon wings like exaggerated thistle-downs. They stand about three feet high and weigh from 40 to 60 pounds, but the smallest seemed to me much nearer six tons bv the time I had "packed" him 20 miles. It took an hour's work, and the scouring of several acres to get together enough sagebrush, blue-stem, and the bulbous roots of the sospweed to build a fire which would roast a few pounds off teak, ana despite the bitter ashes with which it was covered, meat never tasted better. The later afternoon brought another ex perience different, but no less exciting. A lucky shot brought down a large hawk at very lone rancre. and I went over to pet him. Coming back tlirough a patch of thick, tall fumbo-grass to where my antelope and lanket lay, I was wading carelessly along when a sharp sk-r-r-r! under my very feet, sent me about a yard into the air. There were my tracks in the broken stems on each side of a big rattler. I had stepped right across him! Sow, he had thrown himself into a coil and was in unmistakably bad humor, with angry head and the dry whirr of his tail, which moved so fast as to look like a yellow sheet From boyhood I have had a. curious affection for snakes an at traction which invariably prompts me to play with them awhile and to Kill them when the one-sided romp is over! Even the scar of a rattlesnake bite on my forefinger has not taught me better. A rrolic With Death. Now, I poked out the muzzle of my rifle to his angry snakeship, and no eye could follow the swift flash in which he smote it, his fangs striking the barrel with a little tick, as though a needle had been stabbed at a pane of glass. I know of nothing more dreamily delicious than to tease a rattler with some stick or other object just long enough to keep those grim fangs from one's own nesn. j. nave stooa tor Hours thus, thoughtless of discomfort, carried away by the indescribable charm of that grisly presence. Perhaps the consciousness of playing with death and as his master con tributes something of that claim. Be that as it may, no one who has ever played with a rattlesnake can fully disbelieve the super stitution that it fascinates its prey. I kae felt it often a sweet dreaminess which has tempted me to drop the stick and reach out mv arms to that beautiful death. Unluckily for them, the field mouse and the rabbit have not a mulish man's will Talk of grace in the cat, the deer and the swan, why, they are lubbers all beside that wondrous liquid form. Two-thirds of its length is coiled in a triple circle, the beaded tail forward, and up on the other circumference while opposite and a trifle "eccentric" (as a machinist would say) towers a Something which no man can de scribe. Afterward you may see that it was only a couple of feet of body, with an ugly little delta of a head; but in life it appears a distinct and superior creature. No Wonder It Can Charm. No other creature in the world, save it wear feathers, is capable of such absolutely miiiampereu uiouon. it swings, sweeps, naves from side to side, backward and for ward, in liquid sinuousness that is so beau tiful as to seem unreak The tiny bead-eyes, which never wink, glitter like living dia monds; the strange, pink mouth, open wide and flat as a palm,twinkles its flexile thread of a tongue; and through all burrs the weird, dry kr-r-r-r! of that mysterious taiL When our play was over, and it was time to hasten toward Kit Carson, I pinned the neck of the snake to the grqund, with the broad muzzle of the rifle, and reached around for my hunting knife to chop off that unsafe head. Just as I was stoopingj mus uuovt: aim ne writnea loose, ana quicker than thought made a lunge at my lace. That hideous open mouth, which in that instant seemed larger than my hand, came within three or four inches oi my nose; but luckily he struck short for my wild jump backward was not a tithe 6wif t enough to have escaped. But I must have made a considerable dent in the atmosphere. At least I got him pinned down again and finished him. Did you ever examine the wonderful adaptation of a rattler's head for its purpose of death? The teeth are like those of ordinary snakes, so tiny as to be hardly visible, and are only to assist in swallowing, for no snake chews. At the very outer rim ot the upper jaw and a little back from the front are the fangs two tiny points, fine as a cambric needle and about a quarter of an inch in visible length. They are imbedded in a strong, white, elastic muscle, and when the mouth is closed they lie flat along its roof, pointing backward! Opening the mouth throws them forward, rigid and ready for action. They still "rake" backward, and therefore strike far more ellectively. The Essence of Death. At the very back of the head, on each side of the neck, are the little bags which hold that strange, colorless, tasteless essence of death, and a -very tiny duct leads from each to the base of its corresponding fang, winch is hollow its whole length. The actiou of striking squeezes the bags, and a few drops of poison spurt in an infinitesi mal stream, but with great force', through the duct and the hollow needles. I have been hit three feet away by the fluid, when a snake which shared my room for a year struck at me from the other side of a wire spleen, xuc poibuxi-uags give me neaa ot a venomous snake that breadth at the back which make it a sort of triangle; and If you see any serpent without that you may be sure he is not dangerous. The head of a harmless snake looks but little wider than his neck. An hour later I killed a very tiny snake, only ten inches lone, but with six raffle. He had the prettiest skin I eyer saw; and he was so wee I "didn't know he was loaded." He was only half-dead when I reached Kit Carson, and all that dozen miles was wrig gling at the end of a string tied to the leg of the antelope on my shoulder, his spasmodic mouth opening and shutting close to my fingers. I removed them from this careless proximity very hastily when the station shouted: "Why, you fool, he's twice as pizen as the big one I" The skin of the larger one served me as a hat band until a mouse afterward devoured it forme as they have many such trophies since. I don't know why mice should be so fond of eatiu" snake skins unless it is their only revenge on their traditional foe. A Typical Floating Town. Kit Carson, which I reached that night, was a sad example of the '.'floating towns" of early Colorado. When it was the ter minal of the track it was a rough, bustling place of 6,000 people. But soon the rait road poked a few miles further through the brown plains; the houses of Kit Carson were torn down and moved to the new terminus, and so it went on, and the cities of a day had soon left only a station and a dug-out or two, up to which the coyotes sneaked impudently as of yore. 'There are numerous rattlesnakes and the hideous centipedes six inches long and with scores of black-fanged legs but the most dreaded creature in all that wilderness is the skunk! The natives are mortally afraid of these pretty but unpleasant fel lows, and declare that their bite is sure death. The biteofany animal even man when in a rage is highly poisonous, and I daresay the black-and-white terror of the plains largely deserves his bad repute, He is very ready to attack men. The wildest laugh I ever had was at a lonely ranche one moonlit night when we all slept out of doors. I awoke to see the undressed ranchero fleeing about the house as though the very deuce were after him yelling "mur der!" at every jnmp, and a big striped skunk loping after Bun, in great apparent enjoyment of the race. Very Near to Starvation. My stomach is never likely to forget those days across the Colorado plains. Meals were procurable only at the far-apart section houses and such meals! Had it not been for the rifle I should probably have been starved out. As for the sleeping, the softest beds to be found and the only clean ones were the sand ana tne grass; ana upon tnem I stretched my sleeping bag nightly, writing till late by tne wavering nre ot grass ana little roots, and then turning over for so sweet a sleep as beds of down seldom know. My feet, too, shared the adversity, though now so tough. In hunting I was continually stepping when my eyes were busy into patches of the prickly pear, and more than once the maddening needles pierced shoes and foot Once, when I stumbled and fell several feet into such a patch, hundreds of the sting-like daggers went half an inch through either sole, pointing forward., I could not cut off the shoe and walk bare foot 100 miles to a store, and to walk in Haying TTHft a Rattier. them was equally impossible. So they had to be pulled off an indescribable torture, wbich was like pulling out violently a hun dred bedded fish books, and then the needles had to be carefully plucked from the shoe. But for these drawbacks there were equal atonements. That high, dry air was an ex hilarating joy to the swelling lungs, and the eyes, sharpened daily to their long-forgotten keenness, feasted full on a sight whose memorv will never dim. The snowy range of the Bockies, shutting the whole West ern skv from north to south, far as sisht could reach dazzling white by day, melting to indescribable purples at dawn and dusk, for, severe and cold, they are the picture of a lifetime. A Glimpse of tho Bockies. For 300 miles north and south these ser rate battlements split the sky, with here and there the sentinel heads of loftier peaks upreared. Xinety miles to the south stood the vast pyramid of Pike's Peak, its great gray head rising from the brown plains like a giant Korth as far frowned mitrntv (Long's Peak, with broad shoulders over shadowing all its fellows, and head among me ciouus; ana Between taeir nost oi oretn ren Pike's Peak is the most famous, but 'not the highest of the Colorado mountains. The altitude of the Sierra Blanca is 14,464 feet; Mount Evans, 14,430; Gray's Peak, 14,341; Long's, 14,271; Mount Wilson, 14, 289; La Plata, 14,302; Uncompahgre, 14,"235; Mount Harvard, 14,151; Mount Yale, 14, 121; Mount of the Holy Cross, 14,176; Cule bra, 14,049; Pike's Peak, 14,147. There are scores of other peaks from 10,000 to 13, 000 feet high, and countless "foot hills," of which each is taller than our noblest moun tain in the East Near Magnolia a hard, mean-faced, foul mouthed fellow met me, and before I fairly noticed him had a cocked revolver under my nose, with a demand to "give up my stuff." I was considerably worried, but a look into his eyes convinced me that he lacked what is called, in the expressive idiom of the plains, "sand." Tables Turned on a Crook. "Well," I drawled, "I haven't very much, but what there is you are welcome to," and unbuttoning my coat deliberately, as if for a pocketbook, I jerked out the big, hidden 44, knocked the pistol from his fist with the beavy barrel in the same motion, and gave him a turn at looking down a muzzle. Now he was as craven as he had been abusive, and begged and knelt and blubbered like the cowardly cur he was. I pocketed his Eistol, which is still among my relics, gave im a few hearty kicks and cufls for the hor rible names he1 had called me when he was "in power," and left him grovelling there. So, striding light across the bare, dry plateaus, over the alkali-frosted sands of waterless rivers, glad in the glorious air and the glorious view, knocking over an ante lope now and then, companioned by squeaky prairie dogs and sung to sleep by the vocil erous coyotes, I came,on the 23d of October, to handsome, wide-awake Denver, the Queen City of the plains. Here I met my family, who had come by the swifter, but less interesting Pullman, and w e had four happy days together before they started for San Francisco by the Cen tral Pacific, and I donned my knapsack again and turned my tough feet southward. And what a glorious revenge those four days in civilization gave my stomach upon its weeks of adversity ! The waiters at the Windsor used to stand along the wall in re spectful awe to see that wilderness of dishes before me explored, conquered, and finally" overw helmed 1 To Be Continued Sed TTeefc. rTKAXSLATED FOB THE DISPATCH. The mouse hole in the great house at the city gate was no ordinary mouse hole. It was made almost before the house itself was finished, and since then many happy fami lies had- lived there. The present owner had added some improvements to the orig inal hole. Among others he had constructed an opening, leading directly into the large, new pantry, from which such dainties as cheese and cake could be easly carried, and thus the old opening in the kitchen cup board, where now only dishes were kept, fell into disuse. Peace and plenty always reigned in this mouse home, where the kind father and rnother taught wisdom and pru dence to their children, who soon learned tho art of securing food, and at the same time of avoiding traps. There was one little mouse who could not join he brothers and sisters in their ex cursions to the pantry. That was Blanche, the youngest of the family, and the pride and pet of her parents. Instead of a gray coat, such as the other children Bad, Blanche's fur was as white as snow, and for this reason she was never permitted to leave her heme.. "For," her mother had said to her. "vou are so beautiful that if anyone should see- you, you wouia oe stolen away irom us, and never again be allowed to return to your home. Think what sorrow that would cause ,us." Butlf Blanche was 'deprived ofviststo r.s" k. " ;pirrsBUEGf the pantry, she war well supplied with all the dainties that it contained. The choicest morsels were saved for ier. and she was bountifully provided for by the others. But the little mouse was not content with having the homage and admiration of the whole family. She thought: "They tell me here at home that I am very beautiful I wonder if those in the outside world would think me as pretty." This question so troubled the mouse that she determined to learn the truth, and one afternoon, while the family were resting to be ready for their evening's work, Blanche stole quietly tip the dark passage into the kitchen, and. peeped into the room. How light and beautiful it was. The sunbeams danced gaily in at the windows, and shone brightlyon rows of polished tinware. As no one was to be seen, Blanche ventured out of the hole, and said aloud: "How larsre the world is and how pleasant it would be to live here." "Whom have I the honor of hearing speak?" said a voipe near by. Blanche was so frightened that she could not move from the Bpot, and she thought: "Now some one will see my beautiful coat, and will try to keep me from returning home." Then a little white, curly dog crawled from behind the stove and said: "Do not be alarmed, little mouse, I shall do you no harm. I am Azor, and a great pet with my mistress; but sometimes in the afternoon I am very lonesome, and I shall be glad to make your acquaintance." After these friendly words, Blanche drew near to Azor and told him that for the first time in her life she had crept from her home, and how delighted she was to see out into the world. Then the little dog described to the wonderins mou&e the beauties of the house, talked about his friends and told of the feasts which they had every night. "You must come to one of our feasts," said he, "and I shall introduce you to Minette and Pincher, the gray cats." "Cats," repeated Blanche, anxiously, for she knew that in her home no one spoke kindly of cats. "These cats are very courteous, and would receive you in the kindest manner," said Azor; "now promise that you will come-to-morrow night" "I should like to," replied Blanche, "but I know my parents will not allow me." "They need know nothing about it," urged the dog; "they will bein the pantry all night, and will never miss you. You are much too beautiful to be hidden away in that dark hole." Blanche was much pleased with this re mark, and promised to be in the kitchen the next evening. The little mouse then hurried home. The family were just awak ing from their nap, and her absence had not been noticed. All the next day Blanche was very restless and uneasy. Her favorite food lay untouched before her, and she thought only of the evening: As soon as the inhabitants of the mouse hole had gone on their usual trip to the pantry Blanche hurried away to the kitchen, where she found Azor waiting for her. "I was Eure thot you -would not disap point me," said he, "and now we shall go into the parlor, where our friends are wait ing for us." Although trembling with excitement and fear, Blanche ran along by her companion's side. When they neared the door, Azor said: "Can you walk on your hind feet? That is the way we always appear at these evening entertainments. "I have never tried to walk that way, said Blanche, "but if you will kindly giv ive me your paw, I shall make the attempt The pair then entered the parlor, where on the sofa sat two large cats, and on an easy chair near by was the Newfoundland dog, Carlo. Azor introduced his friend, who was received with many polite boys and words of welcome." The conversation which followed was very learned, and so far beyond the understanding of the little mouse that she grew weary, and was be ginning to fear lest she would fall asleep, when supper was announced. Then what a scramble there was. The cats and dogs seemed to forget all their fine manners, and pushed and scratched one another in their efforts to get the best that was to be had. The little white mouse was so frightened that she hid behind the table until the meal was over. Then the" said to Azor: "I must certainly hurry home, lest my parents discover my absence' 'and "punish me for having run away." " After many farewells, and invitations to be present the next evening, Blanche went with Azoj back to the kitchen. Then the dog said: "If you will only attend a few of our meetings, you will become wiser than your parents, and will know how to act in refined society, where, on account of your beauty, you will be a great favor ite." The foolish little mouse was so flattered by these words that she readily prom ised to again disobey her parents, and to meet Azor the next evening. Blanche re turned home before" the family arrived there, and nothing was known of her entrance into polite society. The little white mouse was true to her world, and at the appointed time again stole from her home into the kitchen. "See, Azor," she said, "what a beautiful blue ribbon I have. Father gave it to me this morning, and said it was very becoming to my white fur. I can walk on my hind feet, toofoi I have been practicing all day, and I am sure you will be proud of me to night" Azor was highly delighted with Blanche's appearance, and after paying her many com pliments the two hurried away to the par lor. But the reception was not so pleasant as it had been the night before. Carlo had quarreled with the cats, and every one was in a bad humor. "I think we had better not stay," whis pered Blanche, when she saw how matters stood. But .Azor replied: "It would be very impolite to lea've so early. We must at least stay until after supper. The angry looks which Minette and Pincher cast at Carlo caused Blanche some uneasiness, and she took a place near the door, so she micht run awav if nmvisinn re quired. When the supper was brought in there was no scramble this time; for the cats would not eat at the same table with Carlo. After Azor had eaten his meal he looked about for Blanche; but she was no where to be seen. He then went to Pincher, who had been taking a walk in the halL "Where is our little friend?" he asked. "I suppose she grew. tired and went home," replied Pincher; "I saw her go out into the hall some time ago." The cat spoke very softly; but a look in her eyes made Azor think that the little mouse never reached home. And he was right When the mouse family returned home from their nightly visit, the first inquiry was for Blanche, and when she could not be found, there 'was great confusion in the little house, the wonderings as to what could have.befallen their pet. Finally the mother said: "I fear Blanche has been dis obedient an(ventured away from home." The father then ran through the passage leading to the kitchen, and just at the en trance of the hole, he found a blue ribbon, and a little white tail. Carrying these, he returned sorrowfully to his home to tell the sad fate of the little white mouse. Patsie. MOSQUITOES CAN KILL. A Little Child Was Once Smothered By tho New Jersey Insects. New York Press. Men now living and not yet 40 years of age remember that during one summer the mosquitoes on the Barnegat Bay marshes became so numerous as to cause the death of a cow by their continued and furious at tacks. Nor did they stop there. A toddling child living adjacent to one of those mea dows wandered out of the house one day and was attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes which seemed to contain millions. With a fury scarcely equaled by a tribe of enraged Sioux on the warpath the insects beset the child. In an instant her ears and mouth were niiea witn tlie pests and she was smothered to death by them before her al- most frantic parents, at the imminent risK oi inuir nves, rescuea ner corpse irom the vicious and deadly onset ) Household goods packed and stored. Hatjgh & KeenaN, 33 and 34 Water st) 8tt fir;lMctty'tiffi SUNDAY, -JUNE POME ENIGMATICAL NUTS. Puzzles fortheXJttle Folks That Will Keep Their Brains Busy for Jllost or the Week If They Solve Them Correctly Homo Amusements. Addrets communicatloni for this department toVR. Chaebocwt, LewUton, -Maine. 1585 A MECHAKIC'S OUTFIT. c What are thfinrttnlAa otirt wlrilimi1fl liftrft ll.n.w "" ' -w ' tUDU 1586 CHABABB. First. I am, I must confess, Quito dainty in my dress, And parted In the middle Is my hain Although I am not vain, Import a slender cane, Or patent leather shoes I have a pair. Jly collars all are high, The neckties that I buy. Are such as every primal ought to wear. I love tho pretty girls, Their dln-mlAa ftnrt thflir imrla. Hy greatest Joys to court a maiden lair. j.i ever you snouia cnance To drop into a dance, Pretty sure you'd be to find me thero. Next. Oh, it is small, I know, But everywhere I go, It surely is the truest friend I've pA, Ves, though I scour the earth Far from my place of birth, 'Until I find some drear, deserted spot. Beneath the northern star, Or In some desert far. Where hy no troublous mortals I anwexed;. Vet in these solitudes, Where solemn stillness hroods, I still must ever feel that I am next. Last. In husy marts of trade, Where bargains sharp are made, And men pursue the shining bubbles, gold There am I always seen, With face of varied mien; The fortunes I have mado can not be told. Strange it may seem to you, But often it is true I'm seen beneath the feet of thoso who dance; And ever am I found At tho tables square or round, "Where gamblers woo the fickle goddess,. Cnance. Whole. "Perfection's pink" am I, Never seen hy mortal eye. Though sought for like the famed -phflos-pher's stone; But still the truth is plain That, though the search is vain, In-striving for me man has better grown. H. C. IiODQHLnr. 1587 ETDDIiB. A parasite heneath the sea, A parasite upon the land; I cling to rocks tenaciously, And cling tp all Of open hand. In commerce, art and surgery, In home-life, too, I'm prized; But by tho courteous in society I surely am despised ! H. B. H. 1588 A IfOCTUBHAL EPISODE. One day. late In November, an old man might have been seen riding along one of the country roads that led from the city of K . He was seated in a rickety, old non- aescnpi venicie, wnicn was arawn dv a despised, yet patient, heast of burden. The animal was old and deorepit, so their prog ress was slow, and it was quito dark when they arrived 'homo. So familiar was the old gentleman with tho premises that ho didn't stop to procure a lantern, but unharnessed his animal in tho dark and drove him into the inclosure which had been portioned off lor him in tho barn. The next morning tha man went to tho barn and found that he had, in the darkness, driven his lame old animal into a tree, where he had remained all night What variety of tree was it? U i v iw -4 . Ethtx 1589. POT POTJEBX Transposition. Final than the sapphire's glow, Softer than the ruby's fire, Milder than the blossom's blow, Prime, thy fair hues all admire. XeversaU Though mother, son, or loving wife Should come the wretched prime to see, Yet for the sake of each dear life, Alas I by him they fined must be. Mutation. Ye gods, whose statues of fair stone Stand in the storied land of GreacA. Say, tell me why thy power Is cone. And in thy shrines broods silent pease. No more the gifts of goods or gold Are dedicatod to thy name; No treasures more thy temples hold, And men heed not thy claim. Aram 1590. A. MUTHiATIOir. A disciple of Boudin was showing his skill, Causin: things to appear or vanish at will: When, taking pmnt irom a garden bed near, From whose ripen seeds silken beards ap pear, With a stroke of his knife he out on a third, When a most miraculous thing occurred; For the part that was sundered stood up on its feet, Beady either to battle, to frolic, or eat; While that which was left more fragrant had grown, To our fathers and mothers familiarly known; But a puzzler's eye would seo to-day Instead of a plant in battle array Two ouadrupeds with n maiden hetwum Sitting at ease like a fairy queen. Then the gleam of the blade as it-flashed In air Revealed a lake diminutlvo, fair Beside whose brink a vision stood Of au ancient king, not wise nor good, Who ruled in Israel in days of old. Of whoso life and death the Bible has told. Still another stroke, the third and last The Jewish king was a thing of the past, While another beast his freedom had gained And only a sweetheart to us remained; As I hat o one and care not for another, I leave her with you, my puzzling brother. M. C. WoomroRn. 1591 DIAMOND. L In Pittsburg. 2. A basket 8. More imperfect. 4. A saddler. (Obs.) 5. Relat ing to the Garden of Eden. 6. Numbers of a sect of heretics of tho sixth century. 7. Ravelins. 8. A town of Austria-Hungary. 9. One who sets a price. 10. A French ar ticle. U. In dispatch. Ieoit Mask. 1592 A BEAU'S STEATEOEM. A bashful beau who wooed a belle, The love ho bore Iter blushed to tell; And, thinking of an artful move, On paper thus expressed his love: I 0 u , The maiden, with a ready will, Took up the beau's discarded quill, And in one sentence, pithy, short, She perpetrated this retort: 2 R U Wh. Wilsoh. 1593-JHtANSPOSlTlOjr. Isn't it strange That you can change The sweetest female name youknow Into aw oid, Cruel, abhorred. "Whose wrongs have dienched the world with woet . Q. Behs. ANSWERS. 1575 All investigations, including those conducted in private, aro inconvenient to law-breaking Individuals. 1576 .A a trnn rnn nra I 1577 1. Miq. tnfc-A VnlqfnVff. 9. Rllfl-m. TfiMr t shamrock. 8. Kit, ten. kitten. L Pa, amount, paramount. S. Shad, owe, shadow. 6. For, bears, forbears. H7S Kat-o. 1579 Blacksmith. 4. l&nu jlute, uto. 1531 Cottage, inn. hut, shed, barn, hotel, house, mansion, palace, cabin. 1SS3 JiSi ' G B A IT o a ii a jl z M B p t O P e d i a I v a h o R E R l 1584-lASWng. a t i v E j I " piJIJlJITLPJfU1 iyjiMHgffifl5y " "' wWj-t1 ' m'fv-vylifPiSi fyaB j- , . - . WW THE CHEMEN'S DAT. -iEPCM I Murray's Story of the May Walk of tf&& HSft- Brooklyn Snnday Schools. rA SlfcBrSV' 'I 100,000 LITTLE FOLKS IN LINE. SmMmZ3JmK JP-lSlPlB f ; t Bits of Human Nature That Crop Out .jIUIIIbIMl jJl V 23E'?)BS m mMMJFLSUU . During the Big Parade. iffiWHk mmm&Kmly .1 urn iim mKmMSLammmam1EmMj 1 BUS! TDIES FOE THE HANI MOTHERS tCORBXSPOHDEKCE OF TOT DISPATCH. J NewYoek, June 13. Imagine, if you can '65,000 children countermarching six teen deep. Imagine these 65,000 children dressed in their best new spring clothes, carrying ten thousand banners and flags and class emblems of the Sunday school. Fill in with bands of music, with a broad, grana boulevard of smooth asphaltum, with sidewalks packed with adult humanity, mostly of the female sex, with side streets gorged with carriages, trucks, vehicles of all descriptions loaded with people in gala attire, with houses decked with flags and bunting, with every stoop and window and balcony occupied by more excited people, and lastly with the genial summer's sun shining exultantly over alL In this picture you have a rude outline of what was seen in the City of Homes and Churches on the occasion of the nnnnal Sun day school parade. This parade is called the "May walk," though it sometimes occurs about the first of June. To Brooklyn belongs the exclusive honor of this tre mendous exhibition of her Protestant Sun day school children, and under that head all denominational shades of creed come to gether once a year. In the ranks are the rigid disciples of Calvinism who may be lieve in infant damnation, and side by side are the followers of tTniversalism, who may believe all are to be saved at the Great Day of Judgment Differences of Doctrine Forgotten. Headed and flanked by ministers and superintendents and teachers the sub-divisions bear aloft the banners of their indi vidual faith but all unite in this celebra tion of the children's day and for the mo ment cease to wrangle over the niceties of doctrine. The event is always looked for ward to in tne uity ot (jnurches and leaves a lasting impression of pride and pleasure in all who participate in it, or form a part of the quarter of a million or so lookers on. The parade is divided up to suit the con veniences of the great city 65,000 in one4 Other. The actual attendance in line is a round 100,000, though the stragglers will run somewhere between 25,000 and 30,000 more. These children range from 4-year-old tots, led proudly along by brothers and sisters, to young ladies and Bible class boys of 21. A few are yonnger a few are older. The great mass range from 7 to 15 years of age. A more beautiful sight than they present in May-day costume, under their Sunday school banners, on these occasions cannot be seen on top of Mother Earth. The love of little children is one of the deepest, sub stantial and all-pervading of the human in stincts. It exists independently of race, color, nationality, patriotism, religion, civ ilization. This instinct alone would be enough to stamp the "May walk" in Brook lyn with the seal of public interest and ap proval Philosophically Interesting. a But as it embraces some features of re ligious ceremony and at the same time ex hibits the underlying strength of the churches present and the root of the churches yet to come, this celebration ap peals both to the strongest human instincts and the reflective imagination of the philos opher. No reasonable human being could look on these 65,000 happy, childish faces and come away without feeling that the world is a better world to live in. The proud mothers and fathers who line the routo of the parade, to catch a glimpse of their own individual offspring in the ranks., lend by their eager faces, their smiles ana waving handkerchiefs a still brighter glow of coloring to this impression. And the children themselves! What a world of love and tender patience and parental anxiety they represent It is the "'coming out" day for Brooklyn school children, and in this respect maybe com pared with Easter Sunday in the life of the society woman. Whatever new outfit of clothes the child is to have for the summer Sundays is prepared and worn first at the May walk. It is in this newest and best that the Sunday school scholar of Brooklyn joins the great procession. Costs Mothers Lots of Worry. You mothers who read this know what it takes to get one child in readiness for such an event; and how much greater is the tax upon your efforts and purses when there are two or three, or half a dozen, running from that uneasy 4-year-old to your miss of 19. You alone can imagine the'work of perhaps 50,000 mothers for this annual exhibition. In Brooklyn the church governs the social life of all grades of people. It is society. With her schools and her churches and her homes Brooklyn finds no parallel anvwhern in the United States. You must thoroughly understand this to comprehend the full sig nificance of the May walk. The school system of Brooklyn is consid ered the finest in America. Its mark is in the intelligent faces, the bright eyes, the frequent round shoulders and flat chests of these children. Dear, dear! What a pity we can't have education without deformity, religion with out bigotry! The thing which most appeals to the observant eye on such an occasion is the apparent evenness of worldly circum stances in this Brooklyn crowd. There are few sharp contrasts. There are exquisitely dressed children and simply and cheaply dressed children in the parks; there are ele gantladies 6n the brown-stone stoops. But the grand whole is That Overwhelming Middle Class, as we term them. This is quite as con spicuous among the little ones as among the dense crowds that line the streets. There are the sons and daughers of million aires shoulder to shoulder in Christian fel lowship with the children of grocers and butchers and bakers and barbers the church being for the nonce the great leveler. But you will never see except in this same city of Brooklyn the same great proportion of plain well-to-do folks the-earne compara tive absence of apparent extremes. There are negroes and Chinamen in the line of march, carrying the same banners of uie cnurcn, ana mis iuct urares general at tention. The blacks, little and big, wear good clothes, but the Mongolian sucks to his flowing garments and pigtail. The heathen Chinee may occasionally be a con vert to our religion, but he doesn't accept our combination of trousers and waistcoats and things. The next peculiar feature of the May walk is the number of pretty girls in the parade. Brooklyn is famous for her pretty girls, though many of them work in Kew York. In the first place, there is a stamp of village innocence in the faces of these young girls and young ladies which distinguish them from the Br.oadway article. Characteristics of Brooklyn Girls. This is.emphasized by simplicity and soberness of attire. There is no chic about the Brooklyn girl is a lack of "style" of "git-up and-git," so to speak but she is sweet and innocent and modest as any Quaker "maid. From childhood she has been a member of the Sunday school and at the first blush of maturity is taken into the church. This gives a rather serious tinge to her character and educates in her an ab horrence of the loud and vulgar. To one ac customed to the soubrcttes and ingenues of upper Broadway, the stately artificiality of Fifth avenue, and the coarse, sodden vul garity of the East Side, the demure shyness and maidenly innocense of the Brooklyn girl is a sweet revelation. In this procession you see her at her best She comes forth arrayed like the bride hlushinelv awaitinz the bridegroom. He doesn't ehovmp here. He ia bending-over J iiw f lru( a i rw m;v vt i 'ionr t jwv, nrt u.i' u um aiHBaKrf74' X'Avt i mi CWBrrrmrroB Tint dispatch. 1 NiOHTEfaALE Who rides so lata On specter steed All frantic snaed T Who seeks the castle cratat A phantom on a spectre steed Unclad In robe or mail Rides in the moonlit vale. Pale Rider, stay thy course, Rein in thy milk-white horse! Fast barrd the castle gate; Rein in tny specter mate; Thy knock, will not avail. Thy midnight errand faiL Pale Rider, halt I Draw night Who is it rides, and why Death I'm Death, and this my steed, Thy song hath checked our speed, For since that morn, Man's natal mom, When Time first struck a jubilee, The glad salute to earth's first-born, J. lie masterpiece oi ueity, A song and musio stays the course Of Death and his pale specter horse. NiOHTnroALx A birth brings Joy; tho natal breath May not bring Joy to thee, O Death. The groan, the wail to thee belong, 'Tis not for thee the voice of song. NATDIL& When Adam took his placs As first-born of his race, Glad shouts broke out on high And music shook the sky; Glad shouts like sounding years Re-echoed 'mong the spheres; From Orion to Pleiades, From Polar star to southern seas The loud resounding anthems rise Along the gamut of the skies; Till sun and star exultant sang, Joy to the world I Good hail, O Man t NlOn-TEIOAXE Such songs the angels bend to hear, , But fall discordant on Death's ear: , Death ;r When all the morning stars . Sang with tho Sons of God, My strong red steed fell down In terror and amaze, While I myself grew cold with fear. When silence reigned again on high Death's horse rose up as white as snow, And Death since rides on a pale horso. E'er since the song of stars A song will holt my steed. NlGHTHIQALE Wnen Death, song-lulled forgets to ridej And lays his horrid spear aside, ' Then failing heart and clouded brain , - May turn to hope and life again. ,t t Oh, that the stars might ever sing To stay the hand of Terror's King; Sing on, sing on, ye burning throng, Fill time ana space with shout and song. But what thy errand this fair night? Who gains by this thy tardy flight T Death Yon castle gray that stands Like sentinel on guard, Shall ope its gates to me. Within its guarded granite hall, The inner chamber of tho hold. Where rests the angel ot the ark, I'll take my stand in spite of bars. .. This night fair Lady Estmere dies. Her babe newborn lies on her breast; Through it I'll strike her to the heart Thy song detained me one brief hour adeskfor rushing around with a pencil be hind his ear over the river in New York somewhere. There is about one man visible to every 50 women. It is the women and children's day. The men are off hard at work to earn money to pay all theseSnn-day-go-to-meeting clothes. The Whole City Goes Idle. The tradesmen of Brooklyn, however, are at their doors or front windows, or out on the walks looking at the children. The lat ter are thrown out by regiment, brigade and divisions on the side streets half the day, and block up the walks. There is little or no business being done anywhere in Brook lyn this day. It you go in somewhere for a glass of beer you 11 find the place deserted, the beaming proprietor out on the curb, and his bartender standing on the bar to get a better view through the window or over the screen. No customers for the ice cream saloons either, and the pretty cashier and her waiters are out on the sidewalk, taking in the make of the Bible class girls' new hats. The butchers' and grocers' and District Messenger boys who must work on this day of days have forgotten all about their er rands and are trying to goaa some nau grown lads, who carry a blue 'plush banner inscribed in letters of gold with "We Are His iambs, into coming around the alley forascrap. And the "lambs"lookasif they would like to accommodate them; only there is teacher keeping a sharp eye two sharp eyes behind glasses to Bee that no such inharmonious event occurs. There seems to be an understanding arrived at in spite of this watchfulness that a pair of "His Lambs" will be back there later "when the procession broke up" to settle matters. Their First Long Dresses. Then these self-conscious schoolgirls in the aforesaid hats of course they don't see the ice-cream girls and the pretty cashier, and if they do they have no idea what they are thinking about; but they turn a side and rear view every now and then, as if merely in the course of conversation just as the boy turns his guidon so that people can read the wording from various direc tions. Some of these girls have put on Idfig dresses for the first time this morning, ana are momentarily in fear of stepping on.the front breadth or that the rear section may not hang right The big, red-faced mem bers of the German bands there arer20 bands lying around the side streets this mornine look loneinely toward the nearest beer place, but recognizing a possible preju dice on this score on the part of their Sun day school employers, refrain from their favorite cup, Or seek it around the block; The little tots are just wild for the march and music to begin. One little pair Of beauties, dressed as George and Martha Washington, walk coolly around under" a couple of thousand pairs of eyes, and are unmoved by the loud and incessant mani festations of delight. New York Blissfully Ignorant of It Well, well; if I should tell half the amus ing and instructive things I saw at the Brooklyn May walk, I should become wearisome. When the parade was over the little folks filed into the great churches, where icecream and cake and oranges, eta, rewarded them for their fatigue. And then the 65,000 children, or so many of them 'as survived the occasion, went wearily home with an orange each, to be put to bed early by the 50,000 tired mothers, and a half a million other church people and their friends of Brooklyn, who had witnessed the parade under various disadvantages, de clared it was the greatest Brooklyn ever had seen, and then tell asleep also. The New Yorker, as a rule, never heard of the "May walk," or if he has, it was only a casual allusion in his daily paper which he skipped. The event took up about as much space as a "common drunk before a police justice. Chaeles Theodore 3Iubrat. We, call at residence with upholstery sam ples and furnish-estlmates on work. Hatoh & Keenan, 33 Water street IlllSlllllllllfpl Brb While she has felt the thrilling glow Of mother for her first-born child, Thus making life a sweeter Joy, And death a harder, keener pang. I hear her wild appeal to God To spare her life to love and guard The child that nestles in her arms. Her grief would melt a heart of stone; Sir Estmere weeps in wild despair; The knight may weep, the lady die. For man must weep, and all must die, But what is grief tome? I'm Death, and this my steed I I hasten to fair Estmere's side; Thou and thy song hath stayed Her flight to Paradise. She die3 within thahour; I'm Death, and this my steed ! NlOHTraOALE Stay, O Death I I'll sing to thee I I'll sing to thee all night, 111 warble all the day; New songs I'll make, Fresh chorals wake. If thou wilt only stay. Stay, O Death I 111 sing to thea I Oh let thy pale tired steed He down Beneath the green-wood tree, And let me thy worn senses drown. With midnight melody; A bed upon the clover heath Is softer than the couch of death. S tay, monster, stay I O grim despair ( He's gone I He's gone! Death's gone! That dying mother bars my throat; Her awful cry, her wailing prayer Would drown the peal of loudest nota. Woe, woe is me 1 Death's gone ! Chorus oy Sriarrs Around the castlo turrets sweep The birds of ill omen, The winds around the gables weep, And ghosts stalk in the glen; The owlet on the heath Despairing hoots in wild affright. The dogs are howling at the sprite That haunts the house of death. The Fates Come to the hall of death, Come to the house of woe to-night And gaze upon the pale cold facs luxncu to tiio weeping stara. GRIET The shadows darken on a bier, A burning censor sadly swings Where weeping angels guard the dead With folded arms and drooping wings. Ah, gentle mother, where art thou " Hushed Is thy voice and cold thy hand; I weep to feel no more thy touch: Comeback, come back, from shadowland. Nature No knight ever led in the van No hero or leader of man, E'er conquered on land or the wave But sprang from a mother as brave. A nerve from the mother's true heart Will stretch o'er the land and the sea. Though myriads of leagues may part, At the end of that nervo will be Her child, her trnant child astray. NlOUTWOALE Hark! above the castle doms Sweet music bursts from far! List I I hear the mother's voice Like echo from a star. Death no more shall stay her song, Nor grief shall choke her voice; Forever on the hills of Joy She'll wander nnd rejoice. PrrrsBUBO, June 13. B. A. Woos. WHEEE SHOPIJJTZBS DISGOEQZ. They Usually Make for the Nearest Avail. hie Place to Unload. New York San. What do shoplifters do with their spoils when they are so loaded up that walking is uncomfortable? Detective Cutts, who has had a large experience in one of New York's biggest stores, one day followed two women who, he was sure, had been shoplifting for several hours, yet so cleverly that he could not gather evidence enough to warrant their arrest When they left he followed. They went up a side street and entered one of those side entrances to a saloon leading into a small room partitioned off for women. Quick as a thought Detective Cutts ran la the front door and said to the bartender: "See here, you know me. Lend me your apron. I want to wait on those women." Tying on the apron, the detective answered the call of the women and served them with beer. He waited a few minutes, and thea went in to find them pulling out aU sorts of merchandise and making them into bundles. "Oh," said he; "got all those things at ths store, eh?" "Yes, but what's that to yon?" 'It's this much to me, said the mock bartender. "I'm the store detective, and I want you to go bock with me and pay for them." Shoplifters who steal for business and take as much as they can get dispose of their stealings about their persons only temporar ily while in tha store. Once outside, they find some quiet place in which to disgorge and arrange their stealings, and the private rooms in saloons are yezy convenient for tha purpose. A BATTLESNAKE IN SCHOOL. It Frightened the Teacher and Pupils and Put Them to Flight Cincinnati Enquirer. The other day when the teacher and pupils of District No. 7, of Clay township, Auglaize county, arrived at the schoolhousa they found a large rattlesnake quietly dozing on one of the desks. The lady teacher and the young scholars, none over 10 years of age, attacked the reptile with sticks, when it suddenly rose, rattled furiously, and sprung at them the first evidence they had that it wa3 a rattlesnake. It put the scholars to flight. A neighbor ing farmer was summoned, who shot it, and the frightened teacher and scholars went back to work. Lire's End. No beings do forever last; All follow their predestined way. Some living long, some dwindling fast, Existing lor a single day. The inner shapes the outer frame, More simple here, there more refined; Their Maker's wisdom load proclaim Tho most of all, the human kind. Tflese under Nature's wise control, Do in perfection highest stand. And wander on to reach their goal. The grave, In near or distant land. Man's days are measured here on earth, Old age he seldom doth attain, Oft from the moment of his birth The perfect health is wished in vain. In childhood, or advanced In age Do various dangers us surround. In peace, and on world's noisy stage, We threatened are, by ills around. Some illnesses one can resist Far easier in younger years; They vanish then with lesser fears, Aud disappear like in a mist But after great nnd constant strife, With hostile, inner racking foes, An end is put to human life, Our eyes - e then forover close. In life wo e'er must try our best, In peace to live and tnus to die. The body though on earth finds rest, Our soul finds happiness on High. -. DB.L.Gu32sra. K. K. Stabsartz, Vienna, Austria. ."PI 1 4 r 1 Jt. -,?
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