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A New York wigmaker remarks: "Fashion repents itself, and my imprcs ion is that within tho next decade tho powdered wigs of the time of Louis XIV. will como into voguo. They had style in thoso days. The head was the renter to dross from then, nnd a cavalier made an imposing nppcaranco. Now a big walking cano nnd a high collar consti tute the modern cavalier. Bald heads must go. F.vcn Ctrsar woro a crown of loaves to hido his baldness, but theso parquet bachelors have lost all pride." The white races arc urged forward by an irresistible spur ovor which they have no control. Tho increase of the yellow race, which once must have been incredi bly fast, has stopped, nnd that of tho dark races, of India, which for centur ies has been amazing, is being checked by recurrent famines; but that of white people goes on so fast that tho transport of a huge army every year across tho At lantic m ikes no impression on their num bers, nnd nt their present rato of incrcaso they will in 1SS4 be a thousand millions. English markets arc now supplied with cho'co fr jit from Australia, Apples and pears como during the summer season when fruit is scarcest. The fruit is large nnd finely-colored, but like that from Cali fornia, is deficient in ilavor as compared wi'.h that grown farther North. It is quite likely that American and English farmers with have to compete with Aus tralia in fruit as well as in grain. This competition will be the more formidable from tho comparative nearness of Aus. trnlia to tho teeming millions of China nnd Indii. It is by Chineso cheap labor that California fruit growers arc enabled to f oi co tho sale of their products in till parts of tho United States. A contributor to tha St. Louis Globe, Democrat, wli3 has traveled through Mexico, Central, and South America, says United States contractors and specu lators always pay American rates of wages, while Englishmen tako advantage of any local rates which may profit them. Thus in Mexico contracts nro carried out side by side, and whilo American con tractors pay $1 and $1.25 a day, Euro pean bosses pay fifty cents and seventy live cents. It is just tho samo in the Ar gentine republic, on all the public works there. Local labor is absurdly cheap, nnd English contractors pay just as little as they can, whilo Americans pay decent rates nil through, nnd in tho long run como out the bet, th-'ir terms attracting all the best men. Tho eastern bnnd of tho Cherokces now numbers 3,029, scattered through six states, tho bulk of them in North Carolina, where they bnvo a reservation of 73,000 ncrcs. Thcro they live for the most part in common, tilling tho land as they think best. The mass of the Cher okces are in tho Indian territory, whither the eastern b ind hns been invited to set tle nnd share lands and privileges with thcra. The latter will, it is thought, goon go thither. They would not be so easily duped there by designing whites, nor will they suffer so much from pneu monia ns they do in tho mountainous re giou of North Curolina. It is generally supposed that the aboriginals of this country aro fust melting awuy, but per sons who have made a study of the ques tion assert that there aro fully as many as there were ten years ago. Their vitality nnd tenacity of life aro certaiuly remark able, considering what they have to con tend against; how generally unfavorable the conditions of our civilization aro to their well-being. . Tho New York Commercial Adeertise.r says: "Napoleon's familiar remark, de signed to be sarcastic, that 'England is a nation of shopkeepers, ' is still con stantly quoted, without any comment on its 'assumption and impertinence, coming from that source. England is such a nation, but it dees not begin to bo so entirely compofod of shopkeepers as France is. Nobody who has visited Paris, Lyons, Marseilles, Bordeaux or any lead ing French city but must have been struck by tho number of shops every where shops, too, in the strict sense places of small retail trade. In London and the big Euglisb towns there are a great many large mercautile establish ments, which exist only to a limited ex. tent in France. There are thousands of shops so diminutive that they would Es cape observation were it not for the win dows in which the whole stock is u-ually displayed. The French are tho happiest of shopkeepers, and no ono knew it better than Napoleon, who doubtless wished to diHtract attention from them by ascribing their particular traits and habit to another people. It has long been a recognised fact that commercial na tions always make excellent soldiers and wage liercn and obstinate wars." THE LYRIC OF ACTION. 'lis the port of a coward to brood O'er the past that is withered and dead; What though tho heart's roses are ashes and dust it What though th court's music be flodf Still shine the grand heavens o'crhead, Whence the voice of an angel thrills clear on the soul, "Girl about thee thine armor, press on to the goal!" If the faults or the crimes of thy youth Are a burdon too heavy to loar, What hoji can rehloom on the desolate waste Of a jealous and craven despair ( Down, down with the fottors of fear! In the strength of thy valor and manhood arise, With the faith that illumes and the will that defies. "Too Intel" through God's infinite world, From His throne to lifo's notbormost fires "Too late!' is a fnntom that (lies nt tie dawn Of the soul that repents and aspires. If pure thou hast made thy desires, There's no bight the strong wiugs of im niortnls may gain Which in striving to reaeh thou shalt strive for in vain. Then up to the contest with Fate, Unbound by the past which is dead! What though the heart's roses are ashes nnd dust! What though tho heart's music be fled? Still shine tho fair heavons o'erhead; And sublime as the angel who rules in the sun Beams tho promise of peace when the conflict is won! Aw! . IJayne. HUCKLEBERRIES. BY KRTIMCIl SKULK KENNETH. "Well, it's out now!" As Miss Amelia Wylio spoke she entered her sister's chamber and shut the do r hard. Pretty litllo Vesta, who was reading at a win dow, looked up from her book. "What, Amelia? "Our destination this summer." Vesta waited, whilo Amelia excitedly knocked about tho toilet-bottles on the dressing c ac. "After nil the dresses we've made, and my spending my private allowance for that peach-colored evening' silk that mamma refused to get me, we aro going guess where. Vts!" "To Newport?" "No." "To l ong Branch?" "No." "I understand that wo are not going to Saratoga." "We tire not." "Well, what makes you look so dis mnl? Aro we going into tho Mammoth Cave?" "We might as well. We are goinjr to Starville." "Starville:" "Yes. That littli village in the back woods where tlicre's nothing but cows ami huckleberries!" Amelia's look was tragic! Vesta sank back in her little rocker nnd laughed. "Is mnmmu ruy':" Mrs. Wylio entered. "No, my dears. I have a good nnd sufficient reason as for evervthinir I do." ' h She sat down nnd smoothed her black 6atin lap with her jeweled hands. "I might say we arc short of money this summer. " She paused. "I might sny Amelia's health will not bear the wear und tear of another fash ionable season." She paused ng.iin.. "They w ould both be true. But they would not be the main tho principle rea son." Yesta listened brightly Amelia sul lenly. "John St. Rose is to bo nt Star ville." Amelia started up Vesta sat quiet, but a littloconscious colorcrept into her cheek. "Whnt in the world is he there for, mother!" cried the former. "Ho is making some ge logical ex aminations with his father who is such a brilliant scientist, you know among the hills. And now that you know this, it would be idle to vail my motive in sending you to Starville. "lie is a very social young man, and he will have very little society. Under these circum stances, you have every advantage of te curinsr the most brilliaut match." "Which one of us?" asked Vesta, mis chievously. "Either; it is immaterial to me. Only I should prefer to seo Amelia married 1 hrst ana with her superior knowledge of society, St. Rose is more likely " "Mamma," interrupted Vesta. "I should really like to go to Starville. I never was on a farm in my life, and I am tired of so much excitement us we havo had the past year. But as to making any advances to John St. Rose, I can never do it." "You know I don't bid you do any thing out of character, Vesta of course I despise bold girls. Amelia knows what I mean." "Trust me, mamma." Amelia rose and waltzed twice around the apartment. "He's worth two hundred thousand dollars. He drives the handsomest span I ever saw. He is a perfectly elegant fellow " "And has absolutely no vices," inter rupted mamma. "When you have seen mori of the world, you will appreciate this fact. John St. Rose is really a very eligible match. Somebody's daughter will secure him why not mine?" "Why not, mainma?" echoed Amelia, jubilantly. There was only one place for summer boarders at Starville The Tamaracks a .farmhouse wausiou surrounded with fruits and flowers; the plcasantcst place in the world, Vesta thought, as sho reached tho door nnd saw the cool porches, the lawns nnd shade trees, and a big black cat snoozing in a cushioned chair in the ha 1. b "How sweet the air is hrm! Smell the strawberries, Amelia, and see the pinks. How comfortable! I shall just wear a gingham dress all day, and grow fat." "Tush!" said Amelia. "Thcro he is!" The gentleman in question enme briskly across the lawn a handsome, graceful fellow, with English whiskers and shook hnnds with the young ladies. "Welcome, welcome!" ho said, gayly. "I began to think I should have no society this summer. Mohammed could not go to the mountain, and so the mountain has como to Mohammed. But this is a very nice place to be exiled to. It is a world in itself." Amelia at once began chatting viva ciously, whilo Vesta quickly thought John St. Rose handsomer than when sho saw him in the last (!onnan. But she would not let him have known it for tho world ; nnd so sho seemed quieter than usual; St. Rose thought it owing to her father's d ath, which had occurred f-incc he saw her last. He had always fancied the dainty, brown-eyed girl, but at present he had his hands full with the black-eyed ono. Sho was all spirits, life and animation. She must see tho falls and Goldwing Mountain. She was interested in goo logical strata, nnd charmed with his specimens. Ho must find a spot to swing her hammock. Her health was delicate and his constant attendance in numerous walks, for its benefit, would be gratefully received. Vesta was taken along in these strolls, though she priv ately rebelled. There were other boarders a family of Greys and a Miss Catherwood, who openly rebelled nt Amelia's appropriation of the only bcuu. "Uinph! is she engaged to him?" she nsked, spitefully, of Vesta, one day, as St. Rose and Amelia marched away on a fern expedition, Vesta absolutely refusing to go. "Certainly not. But we have known Mr. St. Rose for a long time," replied Vesta, wishing to defend her sister. ; "I should think so," returned Miss Catherwood, significantly. "Our mothers were friends." "Umph!" Vesta turned away with a burning check, others then noticed what a dead set Amelia was making at tho heir of the St. Roses. Her checks burned, and with an impatient breath she sat down on a rustic scat outsido the door. Well, she could not help Amelia's cause, but she would die before she would thus openly seek a young man's attentions 1 She would live and'tlio an old maid, or die poor, rather. Now, Miss Catherwood didl not covet Mr. St. Rose's attentions .on account of his money she was herself rich, nnd drove thu most elegant little pleasure carriage at 'Die Tameracks. By-and-by sho tamo walking her ponies down tho lawn, and scoing Ve.-ta's sober face, sho turned her stately head. Honestly, sho liked tho sweet faced girl, and her tone was quite sincere and cordial as she. called: "Won't you get your shade hat and drive with me? I am going to the vil lage and want company." Miss Catherwood could be ns agreeable ns sho could bo disagreeable, nnd Vest longed for a change from her unpleasant thoughts, so she rose and went for her hat. A few rods from the house they met St. Rose and Amelia returning, and Miss Catherwood drew r.iu. "I havo a seat for one of you," she said, brightly. "Thanks," said St. Rose; "I have an engagement at noon but Miss Wylie would like to go to town, I presume." Now, Amelia cordially hated Miss Catherwood, because she dressed better than sho did, but she assiduously culti vated her, because tho lady moved in tho best society. Sho readily accepted the invitation to step into the elegant little phaeton, and so. unconsciously, made a misstep; for nt Starville Centre the car riage was run into by a heavy team, nnd, as the wheelwright could not satisfac rorily repair it until tlie next day, tho ladies were forced to spend the night at the village hotel, which, fortunately, was very comfortable. They returned in good spirits, and somewhat elated with their adventure; had a late dinner; and looked about them. It was a cool, blight afternoon, but the tennis-ground and the croquet lawn were deserted there were no ladies in the parlor, no gentlemen on tho porch; only a solitary invalid lady sewing in the wide hall. All the people had gone "huckleljerrying'" she said "gone to De wings' Pasture." "I know where it is! It is lovely and cool down there. Let us go!" cried Vesta. "Iluckleberryin?!" cried Amelia, dis dainfully. "Shall you go?" she inquired of Miss Catherwood, who was kirtling up her carriage-drc's. "Certainly," replied the lady, who thought John St. Rose might be there. "When I inn in Rome, I always do as the Romans do." Vesta, tripping along, came first into the Pasture. It was a pretty spot. Great oaks stood about, nnd tho river nearly circled it, like a ribbon of blue steel. It was full of bosky knolls ana some kind of a fragrant bush, honey-sweet with blossoms; and all about came the fligtt and song of birds. "Oh," screamed Vesta, "this is the tirettiest place we have been yet. This is real country !" A gray dress and shaker-bonnet rose up from behind a huge huckleberry bush. 'Do you enjoy it so much, my dear? Well so do I. I have not been huckle berry ing before for forty years." Such n pleasant, nged face, nnd such' a soft, old voice! Vesta stepped nearer to the big bush and the liltlo woman. "I haven't any pail," she said. "Let me help you fill yours." She had grown quite familinr with the old lady in the shaker-bonnet in half an hour, and tho two-quart pail was nearly full of tho ripe purple fruit when voices drew near. "Huckleberries, indeed! I wouldn't touch the dirty things for the world staining one's fingers and getting bugs on your clothes 1 Ugh! Where is Vesta? oh, there sho is, hard at it, with some hideous old womnn she hns picked up." Amelia and Miss Catherwood ap proached, and John St. Rose was with them. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, cheerily, of the old lady; and then he added: "Allow me to present you to my mother, ladies." Mrs. St. Ro9e took off the shaker-bonnet, nnd showed her lovely old face flushed softly with the exercise and ex ertion. "It has been a most novel nnd delight ful afternoon, John," sho said. "And it is an unusual experience for you, too, is it not?" turning to the others, with a look of gentle inquiry. But there wn. something in the keen blue eyes which made Amelia understand that sho had been overheard by thehidcous old worain, The latter took her son's arm, whilo he took tho pail of huckleberries, and the party walked slowly out of ths Pasture. That evening, young St. Rose said : "Well, mother, those are tho Missc? Wylie I wrote you of. How do you like them?" "The youngest is a dear Kjtle thing. I should like he for a daugltter." "I was not prepossessed in her favor.'.1 Now, ns there was nobody in tho world John St. Rose thought sa much pf as his beautiful little old mother, it is not to be wondered at that these remarks made tho deepest impression upon him. He had always thought Vesta pretty. Now, ns ho looked nt her brown eyes and mod est brow, he loved her. And there and then fresh from huckleberrying he re solved to win her. Yesta is tho young mistress of the ele gant St. Rose mansion in the city now. She is her husband's pride his old mother's darling. The latter tells how John met her at the station; how she was seized with a fancy to join the ber rying party who started from the hotel the next day; and what an enchanting little creature she found Vesta from the first. So some people were very happy, while others were disappointed, but Mrs. Wylie congratulates herself on the stroke of policy which has married 8ne, of hei daughters "well" overlooking Vesta'i personal merits as inconsiderable. Ame lia is still on her hands. Frank LeslWn Pasture and Hogs. It is not generally known that natur ally the hog is a delicate feeder- that is,. naturally he feeds only on clean subfa stances, lie is an omnivorous feeder. He eats unclean food only,when he's refused, better. Throw rUog several sorts oi potatoes, inferior And superior Jn quality, and the best will be eaten fim. Place several varieties of corn before a hog not severely pressed by hunger, and the best will be selected. It is the same with pas turage. The hog cats fewer plants than any other of the farm animals. Grass is not his natural food. The legumes, of which clover is a familiar example, arc. They are rich in flesh-forming elements. Thus clover and other leguminous plants are the natural, pasture for hogs. Tho despised purslain is eagerly sought by them ; so is red root, a Entries of amaranth. Tho artichoke is greedily eaten. It con tains more nutriment than the potato, nnd is cooling in its nature. In preparing pasture forhogs it is fully as necessary to know what plants to pro duce as in preparing pasture for other animals. As a singlo plant red clover is the most valuable, because it is easily and generally grown. A variety of pas ture plants and liberal feed also of grain, together with absolute cleanliness in the resting places, nnd perfectly pure water to drink, would go farther to banish hog cholera nnd other contagious diseases to which hogs are subject than all the nostrums with which they are sought to be dosed. Washington's Headquarters in France. After the surrender of Yorktown und tho departure of the French, Washing ton established his head quarters at New burgh ou the Hudson. The house in which he lived is carefully preserved and shown as an historical museum. There is a pleasant story of La Fay ette's affectionate remembrance of the life there. Just before his death, which occurred in 134, he gave a dinner party in Paris to the American minister and some friends who had been old asso ciates. Later in the evening, when it came time for suppir, tho guests were ushered into a rot-m w.iiih wus in strango contrast with thu elegance of the apart ments they had been in. The celling was low, with largo beams cros-iug it; there was a single small, uncurtained window, and several small doors. It looked more like un old fashioned Dutch kitchen than a room in a French houe. A long, rough table was meagrely set. A dish of meat stood on it, some uncouth looking pastry, and wine in decanters and bottles, ready to be poured out into glas-eg and camp-mugs. "Do you know where we are now?" asked La Fayette as his companions looked about puzzled, and as if in a dream. "Ah! the seven doors and one window! and thu silver camp goblets I We are nt Washington's headquarters on the Hudson, fifty years ago!" He had reproduced the room as a surprise to hi frieuds. Ht. tfickola. Between 1875 and 1880, F) V'" per sons died from snake bites in India; 1,073,540 poisonous reptiles were killed for the government reward. COFFEE IN WAR TIMES, SUBSTITUTE FOB THE BEVEBA.QE IN THE SOUTH. Using the Seed of the Sea Inland Cot ton Advertised Receipt Sor ghum as a Substitute. Coffee had been almost the sole table beverage of the South, and no privation caused more actual discomfort among the people at large than the wnnt of it. There was nothing for which they strove so eagerly atid unceasingly to procure a substitute. Few indeed were the sub stances which did not first nnd Inst find their wny into the coffee pot. Wheat, rye, corn, sweet potatoes, peanuts, dan delion seed, okra seed, persimmon seed, melon seed, aro but a few of the substi tutes which had their turn and their day. "A fig for the difference between Ri-o and ry e," said the wits. "Eureka!" cried an enthusiastic. newspaper corre spondent. "Another ' of the shackles which holds tho SoiAh.tho commercial thrall of the world is severed. Let South America keep he:- Rio and the antipodes its Java. It is discovered to be true beyond peradventure that as a bev erage the seed of tho sea-island cot ton cannot bo distinguished from the best Java, unless by its superiority; while, the seed of tho ordinary variety is found to be not a whit behind the best Rio." What a flutter of excitement and joy it raised in many a household and doubtless the scene in ours was typical to find that the great national plant, the very symbol of the Confed eracy, was indeed so many-sided I It gave us grcnter confidence, if it were possible to have greater, in the power and possibilities of the South, now that Cotton, the great King, had had another crown laid on his brow. So opportune was the discovery, too, that it struck us as almost a divine revelation, indicating the interposition of Providence in our favor. So eager were we to test it or rather to confirm it, for it was too good not to be true that we could not await meal time. Residing in North Carolina and up the country, we had never seen any sea-island cotton, but (the prospect of being confined to Rio was by no means appalling. A pickaninny was forthwith hurried off to the cotton patch then sparsely flecked with newly opened boles. The apronful of precious stuff, now a veritable manna, was hardly indoors bo fore a dozen hands, of all sizes and colors, were tearing, picking at tho discredited fibre, in quest of the more priceless seed. The Rio was made and drunk. Despite the sorghum sweetening, the verdict was unanimous in its favor. I hope that the communication of this stupendous dis covery to our neighbors added ns im mensely to our happiness as to our self importance. But. if in the last respect we sinned, retribution could not have .been lnggard. For although, owing to kthe fact that happily tho recollection of disappointments and humiliations is less abiding man tne opposite leeiings, 1 urn unable to tell exactly why and when we returned to parched brau, it is neverthe less true that we did. Receipts for making "coffee without coffee" (when the real articlo was alluded to, strong emphasis on tho word left no doubt as to which kind was meant) were extensively advertised in tho newspapers, and income instances sold by canvassing ngents. But rye, okra seed, "and meal or brau held in the long run the popular favor. Those who could afford an in finitesimal quantity of the real article, countod out by tho grain, to flavor the substitute -were the envy of the neigh borhood. A cup of pure and genuine coffee would in the eyes of many have been an extravagance akin to Cleopatra's famous draught itself. The contents of a small gourd, which held our entire stock of the genuine article for many months' before the close of tho war, must have gone toward the making of an in credible lake of coffee. The few votaries of tea consoled them selves as best they could on a decoction of raspberry leaves or sassafras root. Some genius discovered a corn-fodder the exact flavor of black tea. Sugar, after the fall of Yicksburg, was almost lis scarce as collee. But in sorghum the people found a substitute which enmj perhaps nearer a success than any of the numberless makeshifts of the period. Sorghum, or Chinese sugar cane, as it was then known, had been raised to some small extent in tho State as early as 18a7. It began to be largely planted in 1802, and during the two succeeding years its cultivation became general, sorghum-boiling adding another to the great Southern festivals of corn-shucking nnd hog-killing. It was about thu solo thing of which there was no.sftnt in the Confederacy. Verily the land was "sub merged in sorghum." It sweetened the collee, tea and all the desserts of the time; sorghum candy was the national coufection, sorghum "stews'" the national festival. The strange creaking hum of the cane-inill-i pervaded the land. Every place was redolent of it; everything wu sticking with it. David i)ud-,e, in A' Ian tte M'JH'Idy. Attacked by a Tiger. Four children of Mr. Rodenberger, living near Big Skookurn, when going home from school on Wednesday last, were surprised by a big tiger, which sprang upon one of them, a six-year-old boy, who was walking in the rear. Tho animal threw the boy to the ground, seized him by the head, tearing thetcalp in a frightful manner, und mangling his face. Another boy, eiy;ht years old, bravely rushed to the rescue, and, catch ing the bciu-t by the ear, beat hint upon the head so furiously with u glass buttle that he released his hold and ran to the brush. The alarm I cing given, parties started out to hunt the brute, and brought him i n. He was a full-grown mult!, hud measured between eight and nine feet in length. 2'aconm ( W. T.) Sari, THE LITTLE BANANA PEKI. Like a bar of the beaten gold I gleam in tho summer's sun ; I am little, I know, but I think I can throw A man that will weigh a ton. I send out no challenges bold, I blow me no vaunting horn, But foolish is he who treadeth on mer He'll wish he had ne'er len born. Like the flower of tho field, vain man Goeth forth at the break of day; But when he shall feel my grip on his heel, Like the stubble he fndeth away; For I lift him high up in the nir, With his heels whero his bond ought to be; With a down-coming crash he maketh his mash, And I know he's clear gone upon me. Iam scorned by the man who buys me; I am modest and quiet and meek; Though my talents ore few, yet the work that I do Has oft made the cellar doors creak. I'm a blood-red Kepublican born, And a Nihilist fearless I bo; Though the bead wear a crown, I would bring its pride down, It it set its proud heel upon mr. ' II. J. Bnrdette. IICMOlt OF THE DAT. The summer complaint: Its hot! Lynn Union. ( .r .s '.-.., Owners of real estate, never build castles in the nir. BnUm Conriv. "And so Ella is going to marry Mr. Peters, hey? What's his business?" "1 believe his father is a broker." Ttd Lit. Officer examining recruits "Why do we sulute superior officers?" Recruit "In order to keep out of the guard house." St. Louh Whip. Every dog has its day, and the summer boarder has found out that a country dog's day begins nbout 4 o'clock in tho morning. Button Beacon. An exchange says that ice two inches thick will support a man. In midsum mer it supports the ice man and his en tire family. Philadelphia Call. Cyclone insurance companies are being organized in the West. The Western "cyclone is such a healthy affair that we didn't suppose it was necessary to insure it. Norristown llerald. Tho pretty maiden fell overboard, nnd her lover leaned over the side of the boat as she rose to the surface, nnd said : "Give me your hnnd." "I'ltaso ask papa," sho said us sho sauk for tho sec ond time. Boxton Courier. "An Italian claiming tho title of Count has been proved an im poster." He proba bly came to this country unaccompanied by a monkey und a hand organ. Tho ab sence of such aristocratic insignia would immediately give him away. Norristown llerald. YE GENTLE MAIDEN. In a hammock idly swinging, (Swinging in the shado, While the birds are round her singing, Lies the gentle maid. She is dreaming dreams delicious, Though she knows tull well That her mother's washing dishes In the kitchen L. ' Boston Courier. A Kurdish Brigand. The following is from a Butoum letter to the London A'eirs: On my visit in 18S.1S an accident took place which will show how law and order went on while the Turk sat gurgling the smoke through his water pipe. On tho beach I come across a fellow in n picturesque costume, nnd with one of the most fiendish faces it bus ever bceu my chance to gaze upon. It was Mcphistophelian, but then Mephis tophclcs was a gentleman, and there was nothing of that, kind in this case. Pure malignity could be traced in every lino ol the visage I had before me. Being alone, and not knowing a word of the language, I Hindu signs to him that I wanted to sketch, und he, like most Easterners I have met.hnd no ol)jection,nd willingly stood for me. To be made into a picture seems to have touched whatever vanity there might be, nnd this brute had a touch of that in him. While tho sketching was going on, our interpreter came abhors with some others of our party, nnd at my request inquiries were begun as to who my model might bi He stated that he wus a Kurd, and had comedown from tho mountains about sumo business, lis eiacked, picked, and ate walnuts, while sketching and questioning went ou. lie had a smalt gun which rusted on his arm. Talking to him nbout it, thi interpreter chanced to a-k why ho had not a sword or dagger, to which he replied that he did not require them; it was not his way of doing things. "What things?" ns the natural inquiry. "Of killing people." "Oh, you kill people, do you? ' "Yes." "How do you kill themt" "1 stnnd con cealed behind a rock on tho mad and wait till travelers come up, and when they arer close I bhoot them." "What ?or do you shoot them '" "To get whatever they have upon them." "I'hcn you rob all that you kill i" "Yes." "How many have you killed in your time ? 1 Thir teen men and three Russians." AVliy ho placed the Russians in a different c'as.sification was, unfortunately, not cleared up. I regretted afterward that this point was left s i, but nt the moment such a trillc did not seem of any import ance in comparison to tho astounding disclosures this piece of humanity was making. All tho timo there was a well pleased simper on his face, whilo ho nibbled awny at the walnuts. The sim per, I suppose, resulted from the sutis tion ho felt that his picture was being made. "Who e are you going when you have Batoum f" "When my business is finished, I w ill return to the mountains again." "W hat will you ilo theie i ' "i)h. plenso (iod, I hope to shoot thu first traveler I t-V, und take whatever luj lias got,"
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