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I can boo tho happy children As thry wander through the grasses Of the fresh and dowy pastures, Of tho tangled foroet-paesos ; I can track them as they wander I)y the trail of morning-glories : I enn read their happy footsteps k I can toll their pleasant stories. Oh, I know tho paths of children Up the hills and down the valleys ; Buttercups and faded daisies Slink their sorties and their sallies ; 1 By the buttercups and beeches I can mark their resting places ; And I know tho mossy brooksiden. And Iho wido, green, open spacos. Where the wild white plum tree blossotna ; Whero tho grapovino swings and tossoa ; Whom tho pi u in os of scarlet sumach Toss anions tho wayside mossos ; Where the golden-rod in autumn Flnmos among tho hazol-bushos There the trooping army wanders There tho scouting party pushes. Oh, but they are kings and noblos As they wander there together; Cloth-of-gold is all the common To the'r foot in summer weather. Up and down, in field and woodland, I can seo thoir glowing facos ; And by scarlot leaves and berries I can mark their resting-places. Chicago Tribune. ETHEL'S CHOICE. Ethelyn Abbott has been upending the long summer afternoon in a pleasant desultory fashion, half the time reading the tastefully bound little volume whioh is now slipping from her delicate hand, hare the time dreaming of well, she could not tell exactly what she hat beon dreaming of. Perhaps she has been dreaming over her delightful three weeks at Newport; perhaps last sight's party has engrossed her thoughts. At all events thinking has been pleasant ovnt",'"n 'or her face is very bright and unclouded. NVuki (.banning picture of "deloefar nit-nte she ruakes.Jying back luxuriant ly in a hammock, her beautiful head pillowed on soft, white arms, and her hair, of that rich shade of chestnut brown, shining in the sunlight which slips in through the thick foliage of the arbor. Very charming, indeed, is she to a pair of dark eyes, which, like sun beams, are peeping at her through the same medium. " Ethel I" Mies Abbott gives a little startled cry as the owner of the eyes a tall, well built fellow of twenty-four or five- comes quickly into the arbor. " Jack I how you frightened me!" "Did I? Bays the intruder, peni tently : "I am so sorry. The fact is, Mrs. Abbott told ine you were here.and I really was so anxious to see you "Very kind of yon," murmurs Miss Abbott, politely. But something in her tone seems to have a chilling effect; for Jack reddets slightly, and there is a little pause. " You wished to see me ?" says the young lady at length, turning with polite interrogation to the other. "You might naturally suppose bo, as I came here to find you," is the an swer, delivered with a repressed energy which commands attention. Then, with an abrupt change or manner: "Ethel, what is the matter ? Why are you so cold ?" "I am very warm," Bighs Miss Ab bott, trying to be funny, by way of wading the question. Her effort is rendered a lamentable failure, how ever, by an emphatic "Pshaw I" which escapes with more vigor than courtesy The young man rises and comes to the side of the hammock, looking down upon its burden with eyes which, are very expressive. "Don't trifle with me, Ethel," he ' says in a low voice, which is just the least unsteady, as if the speaker were suppressing a good deal of emotion. "You know perfectly well why I came here to-day." Mies Abbott looks rip with an air of great turprise onlv for a moment, however, lor with all her faults she is n6t one whit untruthful. Then her errs drop hastily. "Well," she say, with a quick catch ingot her breath, "what if I dor There is another pause, while the - dark eyes grow darker with mingled sadness and, it must be confessed, in dignation, while the tremor of voice is more marked, as Jack speaks: " What of it ? Only this: The Arctic expedition expects to leave port to morrow, and I go with it or not, as you bid me. You Know well enough that I love vou, Ethel surely I need not tell vou that again." " It is of no use," says Miss Ethel, after a moment's silence, with a little plaintive laugh. "No, Jack, we are both too poor; and, though I don't like to confess it, 1 am too mercenary. There is no reply, though Miss Ab kbott pauses for one; the dark eves rest upon her with an in tensity wbiah ia not pleasant, and the young man's grasp on the hammock tirhtens involuntarily. She goes on hastily: "I know it does not sound well, but it is true. I want so many things diamonds and horses and Worth cos tumes in short, everything money can buy." Certainly, Miss Abbott's confession is not very pretty, though the flush which follows it is. " Bo you prefer marrying an income to marrying a man," is the only com ment vouchsafed by her auditor. "Heaven forgive you, Ethel, if you mean what you say I" The band on tho hammock is removed with a suddenness which causes the latter to away violent ly; and Miss Abbott unreasonably loses her temper. "I think you forget yourself, Mr. Lindsay," Bhe says, haughtily. " Pray, be more careful. I beer vonr nardon." is the stiffly polite rejoinder ; and the offender ex tends his hand to assist the young lady to descend. Bhe takes it with averted eyes, and steps to the ground, drawing it quickly away a moment after. " Uood-bye." Bhe has turned to leave the arbor when the words are spoken. Uood-bye," she says ooldly. (Strange ly enough!she cannot muster courage to raise her eyes to his. The hand she gives is imprisoned tightly. " Won t you wish me bon voyage," says the young man, witn a faint at tempt at a smile. "We never know what a day may bring forth," she Bays, uttering a very solemn truth with a very common lightness. " Still, if you desire it bon voyage." An unoomfortable silence tnen, " Good-bye," and Ethel is free to resume her reading, while the sound of rapid footsteps dies away in the distance. Bhe docs not avail herself of the op portunity, however, but sits motionless on the little rustio bench, a rather in explicable expression in her deep blue eyes, (suddenly sne rises witn a gesture of impatience. "Absurd I" This little outburst of vehemence seems to relieve her, and she proceeds to gather her parasol and the neglected novel, turns from the arbor and walks rapidly toward the house. It is a pretty little villa, rather addicted to vines and olimbing roses, with a broad, inviting veranda the very place for a comfort able performance of that charming drama. "Love in a Cottage." And this drama is now in progress, the dramatis person 3 being Martin Abbott, the good' natured older brother of rretty Miss Ethelyn, and his sweet little wife, tti, having married for love, is de lighted with the experiment. She it is who. at the sight of her ri iter-in-law, comes quickly forward to meet her. Ethel," she says, art ehe reaches her u le, "Jack has just loft." Then notio ing a little frown gathering on the brow of her hearer. Bhe adds, timidly: 'Did you see him, d?ar? " Yes, I did," is the short, unsatis factory reply. And with a brightened manner Miss Abbott steps forward to greet the tall, distinguished individual who has followed her sister at a more leisurely pace. " Colonel Arnbold, i am very giaa to see you. thus addressed, bending low over the small hand which is so readily extend ed. "I have been waiting some little time for you. Mrs. Abbott said you were somewhere on the place, and she i l; ii a. i i n nas ueen ainuij entertaining me. Ethel glances furtively at her sister, who stands in the full light of the Betting sun. The little woman responds by a decided blush, and Miss Abbott is annoyed. " Bo you were not gallant enough to come and find me r Bne says, witn an arch Bmile, intended quite as much for her Bister's discomfiture as for Colonel Arnhold's inthrallment; and she suo ceeds in both endeavors. The trio stroll toward the house. Ethel is in one of her brightest moods, and makes herself very entertaining. Certainly she has a golden opportunity for bo doing. Colonel Arnhold's ad miration is an emphatic compliment Besides being very rich and very ansto oratio. be is a connoisseur his artistio criticisms are very valuable , his horses are marvels of beauty and swiltness the Arnhold diamonds are superb ; and fourthly, the woman he deigns to ad mire has her position firmly established as a belle. No wonder Ethelyn Abbott is pleased with the marked attention which this aristocrat has shown her since her arrival at her brother's home. And is not she pleased ? Watch her as now that dinner is over tne little croup of people is assembled in the drawing-room. Bhe has been singing at Colonel Arnhold's request, and is turning from the piano, while he is beg King for "one more song." "Sing Twickenham Ferry,' " suggests Mrs. Abbott, boldly. "That is Mr, Lindsay's favorite," she adds, turning in explanation to the colonel. "Mr. Lindsay ah, yes. By-the-by, he is a very venturesome rider. I saw him dash down your avenue at quite a breakneck pace this evening," says Colonel Arnhold, politely replying and then he turns to the fair songstress, "Pray let us have Mr. Lindsay's favor ite. Miss Ethel. To her Bister's secret astonishment Ethel complies, singing the charming little ballad in a manner which throws the colonel into raptures and even Mrs. Abbott must perforce acknowl edge the superiority of his delioately turned compliments over Jack's hearty but inelegant comment "Very jolly song, that." Bhe listens witn eager ness to the "ensuing remark whioh Colonel Arnhold makes. " Does not this same Mr. Lindsay ex pect to Bail with the Arctio expedi tionr Poor little woman I her heart sinks, as. with an indifferent "I believe so, Miss Abbott leaves the piano, and passes out into the veranda. Bhe looks radiantly lovely, as ehe .arises for one moment in the frame by the open window. The gallant colonel hastens to her side, and Mrs. Abbott hears his low request and her bright "ply : . "A walk? with pleasure, it is a glorious night." And a faint ripple of laughter is borne back on the breeze, as the two cross the veranda and de scend to the lawn. The mellow light of a summer moon s slanting through the 'foliage of the trees which border the avenue. Ethel is walking very Blowly, and the conver sation is desultory and not very interest ing to a third party. "I want to go to Italy tnis winter. the colonel is saying. "Ah, Miss Ethelyn, what a delight it would bo to take you through those wonderful gal leries of art you who are suoh an admirer of its beauties." And Ethel gives little assenting murmurs, while the colonel continues in this strain and expatiates on the various attractions of Italy, which he does at great length in fact, just a little longer than his listener can stand, for her patience is not her great est virtue. "You are an animated guide-book, Colonel Arnhold." The colonel pauses aghast only for one moment, nowever; lor or courso her speech was intended as a compli ment, though rather brusquely deliv7 ered. "My dear young lady, you are most kind," he says, with a bland smile; and then the conversation becomes ex tremely personal, they walk if possi ble more slowly than ever, and the colonel is speaking very earnestly. At length they pause under the shade of a wide-spreading elm, just whero the avenue comes to an abrupt turn. The colonel is holding an unresisting hand. I will do all in my power to make ... i your life a nappy one, ne Bays, ana then silently awaits his answer. Ethelyn's head is bowed. Where is the " yes " whioh she fancied she was bo ready to give? Once she looks up as if to speak, but the words fail her. As a second time she raises her head there is a sudden interruption. Around the bend of the avenue come two men, slowly and silently. "Only laborers, says the colonel, reassuringly, as Ethel starts violently; but in another moment he leaves her side and goes rapidly toward the in traders, while she watches him in a half-dazed manner. There are four men now on the broad path walking with steady, Blow foot steps carrying something between them. She presses forward with a strancc. inexplicable curiosity; but Colonel Arnhold is instantly at her side. "Go back, my dear young lady," he says, imperatively, tnougn nis voice is agitated and trembling. " This is net a sight for your eyes poor leiiow thrown from bis horse, they tell me -quite dead, I fear." The men are standing still lor a moment, they have come out of tb shadow, and the moonlight isstreami down upon them in its full radiance. Ethel leans forward, Bhe only Bees a white, white face, terribly still and quiet in the clear light then a cry rings from her, a cry full of pain and bitterness, full of remorse which she feels is too late; and she is on her knees by the motionless figure, holding the cold lifeless nanas, wnne tne intense nervous strain grows harder and harder to bear. She feels a firm touch laid on her shoulder, Colonel Arnhold's voice is in her ears and then she knows nothing more. Summer is over. Ootober winds play wildly with the brightly tinted leaves whioh are falling rapidly. It is a typi cal autumn afternoon, the air fresh and cold, but quite clear and dry, and the sun shining brilliantly in the deep-blue heavens. The arbor, though not nearly as inviting as 4t has been, is occupied by two enterprising pedestrians, who are on their way home from a brisk walk. One is a young gentleman who carries his left arm in a sling, though with this exception he seems in very good health and spirits. The second is a blooming damsel, who lias seated nerseii in tne long-used hammock, and ia busying herself with the rearrangement of the sling afore-mentioned. " Ethel." Miss Ethel looks up to find a pair of dark eyes watching her quizzically. " Ethel, dear, do you realize wnat a very triumphant income I represent ?" "Nonsense," is the only answer vouchsafed, though it is accompanied by a brilliant blush " No diamonds, no Worth costumes to speak of it is positively heartrend ing to see a young woman sacrifice her self in this manner." "Jack, do you wish to make me se riously angry." " By no means, my dearest; but Ethel, I thought that they were such insuperable objections to marrying a poor man 1" Miss Ethel bends lower over her work. "I changed my mind," she says, softly- Mr. Lyndsay laughs heartily; then he stoops and kisses tho little hand which lis on his arm " In -consistency, thou art a jewel 1" He who lives happily through the short rosodays of his youth, and, far away from envy and complaining, strives to be good, still enjoys the days of his youth when the winter of life ap proaches, and contentment and virtue scatter flowers along his path. With out fear he can look before and behind. A FAMOUS DETECTIVE'S CRIME. 'A Dentil of Drnscovlch, Who Warn Implicated In the English Turf Franrii. The death occurred recently in Lon don of Druscovich, formerly a chief inspector of the Scotland Yard detec tive force, who became notorious a few years ago in connection with frauds on the English turf. Druscovich and two other detective inspectors were sen tenced in 1877 to two years' imprison ment with hard labor for conspiracy to defeat the ends of justice " in the famous confidence case in which a number of betting men were convicted of defrauding Mme. de Goncourt of $50,000. Nathaniel Druscovich was of English birth, about forty years of age, and was considered a very skillful and success ful officer up to the time of his disgrace in the fall of 1877, when, together with three other Scotland Yard officers, he was arrested, tried and sentenced to two years' imprisonment with hard labor for " unlawfully conspiring to de feat the ends of justice." Prior to his arrest on this charge Druscovich had stood high in the estimation of the civil and police authorities. He has been described as a remarkably keen, intel ligent and zealous man. On several occasions he had been rewarded by the chief magistrate at Bow street out of the funds appropriated for that pur pose, for services in connection with the discharge of his duty. In July, 1875, he was warmly recom mended by the grand jury at the Cork assize, and also by the judge for intelli gence and ability. He was likewise complimented by the foreman of the jury at Cork in March, 187G, and by Sir Colman O'Loghlan and many other members of the Irish bar. He was an accomplished linguist, and was ac quainted with many prominent people in various parts of Europe. He had in his possession letters of approval sent him by the emperor of Russia and other notable pcrsonR, and during his more honorable career as an officer he was the recipient of several valuable presents. His connection with the Scotland Yard force began in Decern ber, 1861. Of his shortcomings, it is on record that up to the time of the Mme. de Goncourt affair Dnucovich had been reported, in all, eight times. In 1861 he was charged with being in a publia house while on duty, and in 1862 was accused of a similar offense. In 1868 he was reported for addressing the in spector improperly when spoken to. He was charged with assaulting a man and calling him a swindler; also for in solence when chided for neglect of duty and for improper conduct in connection with a private inquiry agent. The other police officers who were convicted with Druscovich were John Meiklejohn, William Palmer and George Clarke. The offense charged against these men and a certain solicitor named Froggart may be substantially stated ae follow, : gang of swindlers had been engaged for some time in defrauding the pu blic by means of bogus betting agencies, some times of one kind and sometimes of an other. The defendants, it was alleged, had entered into a conspiracy with this gang to prevent any of their number from being arrested or interfered with William Kurr, a man of more than or dinary ability and energy, was the leader of the swindlers. An intimacy had sprung up between Eurr and a man named Harry Benson. The latter was the son of a respectable merchant in Paris. He had a fine education, was smart and industrious, but his ability and industry were entirely devoted to criminal exploits. Benson entered heart and soul into the conspiracy of the Eurr gang to swindle the British and French publio, and, if possible, the world at large. Druscovich became connected with the plot in the spring of 1876. Meikle john, who for several years had been on terms of intimacy with the swindlers, told Eurr that Druscovich was in a financial strait and wanted to b orrow $300 The money was promptly forth coming, and the Scotland Yard detect ive, who had been a bitter enemy of the gang, was transformed into an ally. Soon afterward what has been called the gigantic- De Goncourt fraud was started, and in its various stages in volved all the detectives who were sub sequently arrested. A "newspaper" was started by Benson, printed osten sibly in London. It contained a sensational article on the embarass ments of a Mr. Montgomery, a gentle man engaged in extensive transations on the turf. He was represented to be a man of enormous fortune, who had been so successful in his turf bets that he could not obtain from the book makers even market odds. The article suggested that Montgomery desired to secure respectable agents in France, unknown to the book-makers, and he would give them a handsome commis sion. Checks were to be sent to the "Royal Bank of London, Agar street, Charing Cross, London." There was no such bank, but the swindlers rented rooms in Agar street and had some blank checks printed. They also en gaged handsome apartments in Eing street, Piccadilly, here Mr. Montgom ery, the supposed rich man, was to re side. Fictitious book-makers were then " placed " in different parts of London. If anybody in France was foolish enough to fall into the trap Montgom ery would send him or her a check on the Royal bank of London for a large sum and request the recipient to make a bet with one of the fictitious book makers. Of course the fictitious book makers always lost and the checks were sent back to the "agents" in France and by them remitted to Montgomery. Several French people of standing were tnus inspired witu confidence in Mont gomery s wonderful luck. Among the many persons to whom confidential communications were sent by the gang was M. de Goncourt, chateau do Gon court. M. de Goncourt had been dead for some time prior to the sending. of the communication, and it was opened by his widow. She was rich, but with no business abil ity, and she at once fell in with Montgomery's suggestion and consented to act as bis agent. Several checks for 850,000 (bogus of course) were sent her from time to time, which the invested in accordance with Montgomery's in structions, and, as she always won, she became very much fascinated with tho proceeding. She finally determined to invest some of her own money, and from time to time sent her checks to the gang, aggregating a sum of more than $50,000. Of course this money wai reported to her as having been lost, and the conspirators called on her for $150,000 with which to make up her losses. She was perfectly willing to make up this amount, but not having it in ready cash was obliged to consult her notary. The notary, being a shrewd roan, soon saw through the swindle, and calling in the assistance of eminent London solicitors he succeeded in get ting back nearly the whole of Mme. de Goncourt's $50,000, and ferreted out the entire gang of Bwindlers. The con nection of the detectives with the fraud was discovered by means of some cipher dispatches sent to Benson after he had escaped to the Isle of Wight. Druscovich. however, was not as deeply involved as his associates, and upon his conviction he was recommended to mercy by the jury. He was not re quired to serve out his (nil term. How They Spend Their Money. Joe Howard writes from New York to the Philadelphia Times: In a con spicuous window on Broadway stands a table covered with blue satin. In its drawers are candies. Price, $250. The wood cost perhaps $1, the satin $5, the work in time and skill $10 ; total, $lb. Profit, $234 when sold. I don't be lieve any idiot in the world can equal a New York idiot. Once started he beats the deck. For the fun of the thing I watched the shoppers in a great jewelry store one evening. I was amazed. Clocks, with side vases, ranging in price from $500 to $5,000, were easily sold. Pins for scarf or shirt, costing from $10 to $150, were in great de mand. But gold watches carried off the honors, and the demand for American makes was noticeable. The larger es tablishments have tumbled to the fashionable craze for American watches. They import Swiss works, put them in American cases, stamp their own name on them and sell them at fabulous rates, I wish you could see the fobs and fob chains of the laudy-daws. The entire cigarette size of boys now display the old-fashioned watered ribbon with seals, fancy or plain. Nothing is prettier, nothing more useful. I wear one myself. An old pawnbroker told me to-day that at a recent sale ho dis posed of over twenty old-time seals' with crests, initials and coats-of-arms, at prices that astonished him. Every thing in that line is eagerly caught up, put in shape and quickly Bold. What next ? Well, what next ? If the men keep pace with the women it can't be very long before knee breeches, silver buckles and bag wigs are in fashion. The quaintest kind of ornament is now the style. Everybody has to have an old fashioned clock, you know, and there is already a factory in Connecticut where they are turned out by the hundreds, with rusted chains and five-pound weights, and cases cracked as if with age. In all the great depots of treas ure these clocks abound. Generally they have high mahogany cases, some with ornamental figurings, others per fectly plain. Some give the day of the month' and the week, signs of the moon and evening star, and mytholog ical data as well. The works are as simple as A B C, the regular old style, wound up by pulling an endless chain and hoisting the heavy iron weight, while the long pendulum 6lowly ticks and the ferocious bell literally clangs out the hour. I told you I had a fob chain, and I've one of these clocks, too. Some of these days I'll wear knee breeches. That will be funny. An Elephant's Ingenuity. . The new elephant at the fair grounds is causing Secretary Ealb more trouble and anxiety than a new baby. A nice, stout bracelet of the chain pattern was circled around the elephant's fore leg and clasped together with a thumb screw, with a head an icch and a half in diameter. The chain was fastened to the center post and the thumbscrew carefully locked. After a few nights the elephant worked out the problem of that thumbscrew, and regularly every day when the keeper appeared in the morning the elephant was free from shackles. The keeper could not under stand it, und called for Mr. Ealb to ex plain the mystery. The two consulted, examined and watched. It was ascer tained that as soon as the chain was put around the animal's leg and locked, he deliberately put his other foot on the end of the chain near the post. That loosened it on the shackled foot. Theu with his trunk he commenced to un screw the thumscrew or nut, and in a very few minutes ho would be free and walking around his cell. St. Joui.i Uepublioaii. Always ready to take a hand in con versation Deaf and dumb people. Mother Shlpton'a Successor Starts in BnsIncsR. The world shall come to an end 'tis truo, in 1882. The world itself shall no longer be, In 1883. The world itself shall be no more, In 1884. Tho world itself shall not survive, In 1885. The world shall vanish into nix, In 1SS6. The world shall burn in fires from heaven, In 1887. The world shall end as stirs as fate, In 1888. The world shall end, if rhyme is a sign, In 1880. Tho world can't possibly como to an end in 1890, for there is no rhymo to lot it 6io tn- E at certainly to an end t'will run, Iti 1891. HUM0K OF THE DAY. What is that which no man wishes to have and no man wishes to lose ? A bald head. There's only a hare's difference be tween the ears of a rabbit and those of a mule. Rome Sentinel. A romantic couple out West have named their first-born daughter "Ma laria.',' She'll give some fellow the shake some day. It will be advisable for such as have any fears of baldness to quit indulging in white grub, since a farmer has dis covered that the white grub eats off the roots just below the crown. "When I was an infant,"eaid Fogg, "the women were forever kissing me. And," he added, " I have done what I could to get square with them Bince I have grown to years of discretion." Boston Tran script. A writer on the etiquette of gestures says a smile and an inclination of the head will often convey more meaning than volumes. Dan McGary says that in Austin it means the conveyance of ten cents out of his pocket every time, Texas Sitings. Smart Aleck met Jones this morning, and after the usual manner of the slang slingers he said : "Hello, Jonesey, old man, what do you know when you don't know anything ?" "I know you," replied Jones, calmly and serenely, and Aleck withdrew to a sequestered spot to ruminate. Stmibenville Herald. EDITOn AND POET. " Here is a sketch," said the poet Dnto the editor gray, " Which I tossed mo off iu an idle hour, To pass the time away." "Here's a club," was the answor, In a bland and smiling way, " With which I lrequently toss me off Six poeta in a day." Wives ought really to be more care ful about telling the truth to their hus bands. "Why do you Btart so when ever I come into the room?" asked a brusque man of his better half. " It is only only my nerves, my poor nerves," she replied, " which are so very weak that I am startled by every stupid thing I see." A Shipwrecked Crew's Sufferings. As Captain Saunders was about thirty miles northeast of Rockport, Mass., with his Bchooner, fishing, he discov ered an open boat filled with men. The latter were frozen purple and hardly able to speak, and their lips and faces were smeared with blocd. They were lifted aboard the schooner, and the story of their Bufferings was told in broken fragments. The coasting schooner Almon Bird, of Rockland, Me., Captain C. A. Pack ard, was bound from Windsor, N. S., for Alexandria, Va., with a cargo of Slaster. On a Sunday night, when off loone Island, the gale tore off her top mast, and the rigging became bo thick ly covered with ice that it was almost useless. On Monday morning the high seas stove in her bulwarks, ripped up the hatches, and flooded the vessel. Soon it was found that she was sinking, and the creV took to the large boat. There was little time to get food or extra clothing, and by a strange mis fortune they could not get their oars. The schooner sank, and tho boat was left oar less with its living freight in a violent gale and heavy sea. Thus they drifted about drenched with tho icy spray of the waves, crowded together for protection from the bitter cold, and almost hopeless of rescue. On Tues day their stock of food was nearly gone, and they were becoming frczen. They saw a sail and made an effort to attract attention, but in vain, and they crouched down for another night. On Wednesday they suffered terribly from hunger and cold. Two of the men be came crazed and threw themselves about the boat in their delirium. To ward night one of the men wont to sloop in the bottom of the boat and died before morning. The two deliri ous men also died. There were now three dead and live living men in the boat. The living, suffering the pangs of hunger, and hopeless of relief, held a consultation, the result of which was that they opened the veins in the neck of one of their dead comrades, and wet their lips and throat with the still warm blood. On Thursday morning they were rescued by Captai Saunders. The Tolar rogiona are reckoned as extonding over 2,411,875 square miles, tho only inhabitants being 72,000 ia Iceland and 10,000 in Greenland.
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