SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. XIII.
Eight million acres of forest land
•re cleared every year.
The returns of the capital invested
in English railways are steadily de
creasing.
Some of tbe direst calamities that
have befallen the Old World nro
traced bj- llie New Ycrk Advertiser to
the destruction of forests.
A publication issued l»y a big East
ern thread company says that over 7,-
000,000 miles of thread aro acnually
used in tho United States.
Observes the Louisville Courier
Journal: Countess Waebtmeister soys
the futuio man will have a sixth sense.
It is to be hoped it will be common
Feme.
London Engineering savs that the
new magazine gun adopted for the
United States Army possesses "all tbe
requisites now universally admitted
to bo necessary to a perfect magazine
gun."
Tbe practice of grasping a loaded
gun by the muzzle is still in vogue,
laments the San Francisco Examiner.
There is never a closed season for the
particular sort of a hunter who fails
to realize tho relative ability of the
two ends of his weapon.
Considerable attention has been
drawn to the statement by tho Russian
Minister of Finance, M. Witte, that
during the past six years it was fre
quently the Czar's personal influence
that maintained peace ; that frequently
thero were warlike threats which ha
never answered.
The Japanese scheme of dividing
China into threo independent king
doms, each to be ruled by a nativs
prince, is, in tjo estimation of tbj
Philadelphia Ledger, an ingenious one.
Tbe attempts of tho three princes to
do each other up would probably re
lievo Japau of any further subjuga
tory offorts in China.
The cotton seed oil miHs of England
import their cotton seed almost ex
clusively from Egypt. The oil is used
in soap factories, and a considerable
quantity of it is shipped to the Medi
terr. nean where, without doubt, ob
serves the New York Independent, it
is transformed into "pure olive oil,"
mnch of which is sent to tho United
States and purchased by our people in
preference to the really pure oil made
in California.
Says the New York Independent:
Our dailies show a great lack of rever
ence in describing the weather. The
Tribune spoke of tho expected cyclone
from the Gulf as coming north at an
"easy jog;" the Times said it "seems
to have bumped against a Nova Scotia
"high" (area of high pressure); the
Herald characterized it as "a very
Blow cyclone," and said it "must put
on more steam;" the World told its
readers that the great storm is on its
way, but "is taking things easier than
the weather sharps thought." Thus
do our great papers exhibit their
genius In making tho oldest and com
monest of topics interesting.
A good many people appear to think
that resistance to a blow is a test of
hardness in minerals, whereas it is re
sistance to erosion. Ignorance of this
fact led a man in this city, relates the
New York Sun, to experiment on
what appeared to be a large and un
usually clear garnet of rather light
red color. He took a hammer to it and
smashed it to atoms. A diamond is
the hardest substanco in tho world,
yet it may be broken by a tap from a
hammer, or even a fall on the side
walk, as it is apt to split along the
cleavage lines, which are parallel to
its faces. Experts test an undeter
mined gem first with a file and after
with fragments of stone of differing
hardness. If it yields to the file it is
glass, or something no more durable
than that.
That glorious theme of song and
story, the old frigate Constitution,
apostrophizes the New York Press, is
to devote the rest of her days to the
training of youth; and that these days
may be long is the wish of every true
American who remembers her services
to her She is to be turned
over to the Massachusetts naval mili
tia for use as a training ship, and will
leave her present refuge at Ports*
month at once. No more fitting career
could be imagined for the Constitu
tion than that of an educator, and the
youthful Massachusetts sailors are for
tunate. There is a history in every
plank of the old warrior, a story in
every spar. She tells of battles fought
and won in Such an atmosphere of
devotion to country, patriots will be
made as well as Bailors.
WE WON'T OIVE IN.
Storms may howl from East to West-
Sun hide out by day |
Cotton worms <lo their best—
Country short on hay ;
Still, wo ain't a-going to give In
Whtlo tho world owes all u llvln' I
Lot the cotton rlso an' fall 1
Let the corn give out;
Let tho strongest horses stall,
Fiounderiu' about!
Ain't a bit o' use to give In
While the world owes all a llvln 1 t
It tho crop is short, tho land
Still is broad nn' long ;
Still the hoe is In tho hand—
Still the mule Is strong!
Never goln' to seo us give In
Whiletho world owes all a llvln' I
What's the use to sit nil' pine
When tho cold wind blows?
Takes a lot o' rain nn' shine
Jest to mako n rose !
Hoses die an' violets give In,
But the world owe* folks a llvin'!
—Atlanta Constitution.
SELINDA'kS'sATCHEL.
BY SOrHIE SWEET.
■ $
aw H, Sclindv, I wish
you could go!"
Little Miss Kit
■ tredge elevated her
J seamy forehead in
J a way that sho had
Sgjjij&y whou she was wor
ried, until her eye
brows reached al
most to her "wid
ow'speak."
CiT Selinda gave tho
finiehing touch to tho pink waist she
was ironing and set tbe iron down
bard.
"It's of no use to talk, mother. I
nevf:r cau go auwhere,"she said. "And
I do wish you wouldn't coll mo Selin
dy."
The unironcd things went into the
clothes basket with a sweep and n
toss, and the basket went into tho
closet with a thump, and Belinda ran
up stairs to her own room and buried
her head in tho pillow. It was only a
foolish little seventeen-year-old head,
although its owner taught the Bend
school and sang in tho church choir,
and was an officer of the Village Im
provement Society. Miss Kittredge
dropped tho boy's blouse sho was
mending, and folded her little knotty,
toil worn hands in her lap; her glasses
had grown suddenly so misty that she
could not sec.
"Poor little Selindy-da! It does
seem too bad," sho murmured. "If
Enoch would only pay me, as he said
he would, for keepin' house for him
and nursin' him through that rheu
matic fever, more'n a year ago. I
can't bear to say anything—"mongst
relations, so—and Enoch is terrible
nigh. And if I do speak it'll only
make him ca». i slur upon Amasa, his
own brother that's dead and gone, be
cause he hadn't more faculty and
didn't leave us better off. But then!
Selindy does feel so bad now that the
Pritchnrd girls and Naomi Jenks are
going to the World's Fair. And it
does seem kind of providential that
Enoch will bo goin' by here homo
from market this afternoon."
Tho little woman aroso, slowly, but
with resolution, and took her mend
ing out to tbe porch. But the mend
ing was neglected, and she peered
anxiously through tho fluttering hop
vine, down tbe long, dusty road. She
actually trembled when a tall, gaunt
figure, upon the seat of an open farm
wagon, came suddenly into view.
"Enoch, I waut to speak to you jest
a minute," she called, hurrying outto
tho gate.
Enoch was thin-lipped, and dried
like leather. Ho flecked a fly from
his horse's back without looking up,
and with a distinctly discouraging air.
"It ain't any U6e talkin' to me about
Rufe," ho said, before the little wo
man found her breath or her courage
to speak. "He's got to make his own
way, jest as my boys would, if I had
any. I don't caro anything about
machinery or 'lectricity, or any of the
fol-de-rols that bo's got his head full
of. I don't oxpect he'll ever amount
tons much as Selindy does —"
"It's Selindy that I want to speak
to you about," said the widow, hastily.
"Yon know I don't like to say any
thing about it, Enoch, but you said
you'd give a little something for takin'
care of yon when you was sick, and
now—Selindy she wauts so bad togo
to the World's Fair. I expect you'll
think it's extravagant, but she worked
hard keepin' school, and Rufe he's
doin' real well in tbe mill, and seems
as if now was just tbe time if you did
think of givin' mo anything—"
"You want mo to give it to Selindy,
do you?" The grim mouth relaxed a
very little. If Uncle Enoch had a
woakness it was for his niece Selinda.
whom all Carmel accounted "smart."
"I did think sbe had more sense than
togo galivantin' off to Chicago, a
squanderin' money, but mebbe I'll
give her a little sometliin' to help her
along. I'm goin' over to B— day
after to-morrow, aad I'll stop on my
way home."
"A little somethin' to help her
along" did not sound like enough to
pay Selinda's expenses to the Fair, but
there was one good thing about Unole
Euoeh, he was apt to promise some
thing less than he meant to perform }
and Belinda's mother remembered'
hopefully how ho had said, after she
had nursed him through those long
weeks of illness, "I'll remember you
harnsomely, M'ria, harnsomely."
That was, indeed, after he had suf
fered very severe twinges of rheuma
tism, and Rufe had said it would "take
more than rheumatism to take the
kiokß out of Unole Enoch so they'd
stay out;" nevertheless, Mrs. Kit
trsdge's worn face was aglow as she
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9. 1894.
called to Selinda, who was still pros
trate and tearful, and told her just
what a hope Uncle Enoch had held
out. Belinda was sanguine also. Sho
dried her eyes, and ripped the skirt of
the "changeable" silk that had been
her mother's wedding dress, to mako
a "stylish" waist to wear with her old
black cashmere skirt. And then she
couldn't resist the temptation to run
across the field to Naomi Jenks's to
tell her of the joyous prospect. And
sho was really angry with Rufe because
ho shook his head doubtfully, going
right on eating huckleberry pie, when
she told him of Uncle Enoch's promise.
When the day camo sho ran out as
soon as she had wiped the dinner
dishes to watch for Uncle Enech. He
was late and in a hurry. Ho handed
her out a rather large-sized pasteboard
box.
"There, I ain't one to bo small when
I make up my mind togo a-shoppin';
if yon take Rood caro of that 'twill last
yon till the next World's Foir comes
round," with a grim chuckle. "You
tell your mother it's her own resk let
tin' you go; 'tain't any of my doin'.
I've got other uses for my money."
Belinda carried the box into the
house. It was light, but oh, how
heavy her heart was! And Rufe, who
had been standing behind the great
butternut-treo, turned a somersault.
Rufe always had provokingly little to
say for himself, and he turned somer
saults as an expression of his feolings
on the most inopportune occasions.
Belinda thought that even a boy ought
to have more sense. There was si
lence in the room for tho space of a
full minute after the cover was taken
off the box; then Mrs. Kittrodge said
with a tearful gasp, "Oh, don't feel so
bad,Belindy; it's a roal pretty satchel."
Belinda had a temper. I wish that
she had had it as fully under control
as all but the very bad girls in stories
do; but alas! she flung the pretty
satchel with all strength, box and all,
up into the high cupboard beside the
mantelpiece. The box camo tum
bling down, and the cover followed it,
and Rufe carried them off, saying he
had been wanting some pasteboard to
make a fan for his winnowing ma
chine. (Rufe spent his leisure experi
menting upon miniaturo machinery.)
The bag stayed up in tho closet, and
Belinda sulked and cried, with inter
vals of trying to bo good and make
the bost of things, and her mother
took the egg money, with which sho
was to have bought herself a pair of
gloves, and bought a gilt belt for So
linda, and sho made a great many
cream pies in anxious, silent sym
pathy, and opened tho strawberry
preserves, of which Belinda was very
fond.
Sometimes when Belinda was away,
Mrs. Kittredge opeued the cupboard
door and looked at tho satchel, and
said regretfully. "It's a real pretty
satchel." At last one day, three weeks
after the satchel had been flung up
there she said it in Selinda's hearing.
"You think so much of pretty
things," said Belinda, a little con
temptuously. "You wanted somepink
vases like those the minister's wife
had, and a watch and chain like Mrs.
Deacon Palmer had, and a spray of
lilac in your bonnet like aunt Jemima I
You always liked pretty things and—"
Selinda looked up, suddenly,as if struck
by a new thought—"you never had
any!"
Rufe looked up from tho tiny wheel
that he was scouring with emery paper.
"I wonder if this is tho first time
you ever thought of that!" ho said in
a gruff voice, as if he had a lump in
his throat. And ho scowled medita
tively at her, as Belinda now remem
bered she had caught him scowling at
her before.
"Well, I don't know,"was all that
their motber said, in a meek, half
guilty little voice, and Belinda saw her
furtively wipe away a tear.
"Aunt Jemima has sent word by
Fhoebo Rascom that sho wants you to
come over and help her get ready to
goto the World's Fair," said Belinda
when she came home from the dress
maker's the next day. (She was find
ing a little consolation in the change
able silk waist, although sho couldn't
wear it to the Fair.) "Aunt Jemina
is going, and Mrs. Prentice and Roxy
Fowler, with Jonas for an escort."
"I'm real glad for Jemimy. They'll
have a beautiful time. I guess I will
go over and help her fix off, if you
think you and Rufo can get along,"
said Mrs. Kittredge.
Belinda was at the dressmaker's
again the next day when Mrs. Kit
tredge's nephew, Jonas, came after her.
Going to the oupboard for her best
handkerchief and her gloves, where
she kopt them "handy" for Sundays,
Mrs. Kittredge caught sight of Belin
da's satchel.
"I don't believe Bolindy would caro
a mite if I should take it. She said
she never would carry it; and it would
look as if I had things like folks," she
said to herself.
"Mother does like so much togo
visiting," said Selinda, ad Rufus came
in that night. She was in the pantry,
with her baok toward him, but she
kept on talking. "She'd be a regular
gad about, like Aunt Jemima, if she
could." Selinda's tone was slightly
aggrieved; she did hate to do house
work.
"And she never had a chance togo
anywhere I"
Rufe's voice was so gruff now that it
made Selinda come out of the pantry
and stare at him. His face was red,
and he breathed quickly, as if he had
been running.
••She's gone, lic<i she?" ho said. "Rut
loan go over to Aunt Jemima's; it
won't be too late." Ho drew a roil of
bills from his pocket and spread them
out before Selinda's eyes. "I've been
doing extra work for a long time, and
I got Mr. Pritchard to pay me to-day.
And then I sold those jumping jacks
that I made, and the little wooden
wagons—you thought I couldn't, but
I did—and I've saved every cent I
could, and at last there's enough—
enough for mother togo to tho World's
Fair I"
"For mother togo to she World's
Fair?" echoed Selinda in ntter amaze
ment. She almost laughed, it seemed
so ridiculous. And then a sudden re
vulsion of feeling swept over her. In
stead of laughter there was a threat
ing of tears—a blessed mist that
cleared long blinded eyes. "Oh, Rufe,
I never thought! It was only mother!
And though you're only a boy you did
think I Oh, she'll have such a good
time! But you, Rufe, I never thought
of you, oither; and there's the ma
chinery—there are all sorts of things
that it would bo a real benefit to you
to see!"
Rufe turned his back to her, and
swallowed a lump in his throat—a
lump that went down hard. But ho
raisod his head proudly.
"I shall be a man, and make my
way, and see things," said he, "But
mother never had a chance."
Rufe planned togo over to aunt
Jemima's next morning; but thero
was no need, for bright and early,
their cousin Jonas came driving liko
mad up to the porch, with Mrs. Kit
tredge beaming with delight besido
him.
"Oh, Selindy, he wasn't so bad—
your Unole Enoch, I mean," she
grasped. "Just see!" She opened
the satchel, and showed a little inner
pocket from which she drew five crisp
new twenty-dollar bills. "I found
them last night when I was showing
the bag to your aunt Jemima. Now,
Selindy, you cat; get ready right off!"
But Selinda shook her head firmly;
if sho had one little pang of tempta
tion no one will ever know it—and
told Rufo's story, while Rufo retired,
shame-facedly, behind tho wood-shed
door, for there was cousin Jonas lis
tening—and added her own plau,
which was that her mother should go
to Chicago, escorted by her own big
boy, Rufe, who would learn twico as
much as sho—Selinda—would. And
Selinda had been so much in the babit
of having her own way that of course
she had it now.
Littlo Mrs. Kittrodge went oft with
hor sister Jemima, and her cronies,
half-dazed with delight, almost as un
certain of herself as tho little old wo
man on the King's highway who oried
"O Lawk 'a mercy on mo this surely
can't bo I?"
And Rufe—but only a boy with a
burning desire to "ilnd out things"
knows what going to the Fair meant
to Rufe. As for Belinda, perhaps
thero were moments- of misgiving,
even tears; but sho says she had a
good time all alono at home. And
when her Uncle Enoch, driving by,
called out to her:
"Well, Selindy, you found what I
putin tho bag for you?" sho answered,
with a happy faoe :
"Oh, Uncle Enoch, I found the
money—and a great deal more!"
Uncle Enoch thought ho must bo
getting deaf; ho didn't know what
she meant. But it didn't matter much
what a girl meant, anyhow.—Port
land Transcript.
Spontaneous Combustion ot Coal.
According to L. Hoepke, it is to a
slow oxidation and to the resulting
disengagement of heat that must be
attributed the spontaneous combustion
of cargoes of coal. The danger is so
much tho greater in proportion as tho
surface exposed to tbe air is wider. It
is maximum with coal dust. The load
ing and trimming should, therefore,
be so done as to avoid as much as pos
sible the crumbling of the coal under
tho •' 1 uenco of the ship's motion. Tho
smalu it vessels are preferable for the
carriage of coal.
Mr. Hoepke does not believe in tho
possibility of tho spontaneous com
bustion of cargoes of damp cotton.
Rut it is possible that a spark falling
accidentally upon a bale may remain
ignited for weeks and afterward set
firo to the mass. Greasy cotton, on
tho contrary, very easily takes fire
spontaneously. The same is the caso
with flax, jute and tow. Stacks of hay,
and bales of tobacoo and hops are like
wise liable to spontaneous combustion.
—Scientific American.
Barber Lore.
The barber's gift of tongue, which
has long been a subject of mirth and an
object of dread, is now to bo utilized
—and attached with belting, as one
may say, to the machinery of politics.
One of the many "Leagues" that are
constantly being operated as feeders
to the great political parties, has taken
means to prepare for the barbers ol
the country "a reasonable quantity ol
well-written, knook-down arguments,'
as the officers express it, which arc
designed to be communicated to the
devoted customers of theso kuights ot
razor and shear, when they have them
stretched at full length in their chaire
under lather and napkin, with escape
impossible.
It is sad to contemplate thatanothei
horror is to bo added to the barber's
chair, and it is to be hoped that the
knock-down arguments roferred to
may not become boomerangs, and as
sume a physical form, when adminis
tered to unfortumate customers.—
Everywhere.
Cancers on Honse-Flles.
It is supposed that house-flies are an
aid to public health, as they are really
scavengers upon wings and remove lit
tie by little much matter that might
otherwise breed disease. In view ol
this faot, some people will regret that
a disease analogous to cancer has ap
peared among them which is depriv
ing thousands'of them of life. It is 8
fungous growth beginning in thetis
sues of the inseot, pushing through
the skin, and finally "blossoming" and
fruiting, thus creating seeds for itsfu
ture propagation.
° Grasshoppers and other insects are
similarly afllioted.—Everywhere.
Terms-"SI.00 in Advance ; 81.25 after Three Months.
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
Mexico baa an abundance of iron
ore.
It is the iron in clay that gives tlx
ordinary brick its red color.
Among tbo crustaceans various
shades of red ore the prevailing colors.
Astronomers claim that there are
over 17,500,000 comets in the solar
system alone.
Fruit wrapped in heavy brown paper
will stand fifteon degrees more cold
than if not wrapped.
The coloring of tho doop sea jelly
fishes is said to bo unusually deep
violet or yellowish red.
Of tho steam engines now working
in tho world four-fifths have been
constructed the past twenty-five years.
Six years ago the price for a com
plete equipment of a trolley car wos
$1500; now it is between 81000 and
151200.
A Boston naturalist, with a tuning
fork, has discovered thot crickets
chirp in unison, and that their noto is
G natural.
Sanctorius, an Italian physiologist,
estimates that five-eighths of all the
solid and liquid food taken are ex
haled by tho 6kiu.
Many springs aro intermittent,
probably because tho channels leading
from the reservoirs to tho surface are
crooked and constitute natural si
phons.
A scientific Frenchman has dis
covered that potatoes planted near an
electric wiie grow to be very large,
and tomatoes in contact with the same
object ripen days earlier than
U6iial.
Tho most rapidly moving star known
in space does not move along with
one-thousandth part of tho speed im
parted to tho light which it radiates,
and by which alone wo become awaro
of its existence.
Grocn wood hisses and sputters
when burning bocause of the large
amount of water contained in its
fibers, which is changed into steam by
the heat und bursts off tiny splinters
in making its escape.
The great waves, caused by tho Kar
katoa earthquake in 1883, which de
stroyed 40,000 lives traveled at tho
rate of 350 miles an hour. These
waves were felt more than 7000 miles
away from tho place of their origin.
Dr. Kiugsett, tho chemist, recog
nizing that ozone, the natural purifier
of the air, is pr -yoed in nature by
balsam trees—tho piuo,' fir, larch and
eucalyptus—urges that such trees be
planted and cherished ou farms, and
in towns and villages.
Electric melting of metals, notably
cast iron and steel, us produced by a
new German process, is said to have
some very great advantages. In cruci
ble steel the now process shows an
economy of fuel of more than half,
which, for metal to difficult of fusion,
is a favorable result.
The photographers of the Faria Ob
servatory have just fiuished for tho
Academy of Science tho clearest view
ever secured of the moon. They have
photographed her surface in sections,
which fit, making a great image fivo
feet in diameter. The work is so per
fect that towns, forests and rivers
would bo prccoptible if they existed.
A l'ocrastinatin? Professor.
Thoy aro telling a pretty fair story
on "Uncle Phil" Armour, just home
from his European trip.
Tho story is in two chapters, with a
period of thirty years elapsing be
tween the two.
Thirty years or more ogo P. D.
Armour was a young man attending
an academy near Syracuse, N. Y.
There was a ladies' seminary near by,
and one beautiful moonlight night
Phillip slipped away from his dormi
tory and took a pretty seminary girl
out for a long buggy ride.
It camo to the oars of the dignified
faculty and a sentence of expulsion
was entered up againt P. D. Armour.
Years passed on. Young Armour
camo to Chicago and became the
greatest merchant in tho world.
One day an old man with a pair of
white side whiskers and a professional
beatific smile was ushered into Mr.
Armour's private office.
"You romomber tho Academy,
Mr. Armour?" his visitor began.
"I should say I did. I was expelled
from that institution for taking Susie
out buggy riding."
"Woll, then, perhaps you remember
me. lam Professor . I was a
member of the faculty then, as I am
now. And I want to say, Mr.
Armour, that I always protested
against your expulsion as being un
just and unwarranted by the facts.
By the way, Mr. Armour, the academy
is in a financial strait just now and 1
came to see if you would givo us somo
assistance."
"Well," replied tho millionaire, "if
you protested against ray expulsion al)
I have to say is that you have been a
long time letting me know about it."
But Mr. Armour made out a good
round check, just tho same, and sent
the old pedagogue on bis way rejoio
ing.—Chicago Mail.
A Neat Puzzle.
Wo should like to know tho name oi
the author of tho following puzzle
and anagram:
A old woman with intent
Put oa her und to market went;
" snid she. "give me, I pray,
Tho wherewithal to this day."
Eaoh of the blanks is to be ftllod
with a word of four letters, and the
same letters occur in eaoh of the five
different words. These words are con'
secutively, "vile," "evil," "veil,"
"Levi" and "live." We repeat thai
wo ore curious to leArn the name of
the author of this ingenious anagram I
puzzle. —Chicago Record,
HOW WHALES ARE CAUGHT
MODERN METHODS SUPERSEDED
OLD CUSTOMS IN WHALING.
The Harpoon Has Given Way to the
Whale Gun—Stripping; a Dead
Whale—ln Winter Quarters.
\ T HALING is not what it
\/\/ ' lß ed to ho," said a
\ \ grizzly old unit us he
sat on the edge of his
greasy bunk in the forecastle. "Thu
ships that go after 'bowhoads now
adays are much better arranged for
the comfort of the men than they were
a dozen years ago, but it ain't no pic
nic yet, you can bet on that, my sou,
you can bet on that."
About all that remains of the old
customs of the whalers is the lookout
at the masthead, who brings every
man out of his warm bunk with tho
call, "Ya-a-ar ! She blows !" and with
a wave of his hand points out the di
rection for tho wheelsman to steer.
The crew jump into their boats and
away they go. The old harpoon is
obsolete. Instead a whale guu is
used, and as the boat approaches the
spouting monster a bomb, filled with
an explosive equal to about ten pounds
of giant powder, is fired into his huge
body near the head. The deadly mis
sile explodes as it buries itself into the
flesh, and a great hole is blown
almost into tho vitals of the mon
ster. Death is in most cases instan
taneous. A small steam or naphtha
launch takes the carcass in tow and it
is hauled alongside the vessel, where
the bone and blubber are taken from
it.
Sometimes, if the bomb from the
gun fails to cause instant death or give
a mortal wound, a harpoon with a fly
namite attachment is thrown tho same
as the old whale-catching weapons
were; and as tho needle point of the
spear sinks into the flesh it explodes
the bomb. The second wound will in
almost every case cause death, but if
not tho harpoon clings to tho whale,
and with the line attached tho whalers
wait calmly in their boat for tho ceta
cean to rise for another shot at it
from the gun, which is by that time
reloaded and waiting for it. Thore is
none of that wild excitement of being
towed at racehorso speed through tho
water behind a wounded and infuriated
whale while your comrades come gal
lantly to tho rescue to pick you up in
case the boat bo smashed to atoms by
the beast's tail or crushed in the mon
strous jaws of the maddened leviathan.
All that is gone, '-t'ho ship's boats sur
round tho whalo as he spoutc. Li'-
tlo chance is left for it to escape, and
a bomb from a gun or the auxiliary
harpoon is sufficient to end tho bat
tle.
Then comes tho process of taking
the bono t - ' blubber from the body.
The dead whale is brought alongside
the vessel. A stage is rigged over tho
side and just over tho floating carcass.
Work is commenced at the head. A
cut is made through the deep layer of
fat, beginning at the nose and ruu
ning clear back to tho tail, .112 all tho
blubber is to be taken. Cross iucis
ions are made every four or five feet
and strips of fat encircling the whale
are marked out. Tackle is fastened to
one end of these strips and men on
the stage with long chisel-like tools
cut the strip of blubber clear of tho
body as it is being hoisted on board.
Every strip taken off rolls the whalo
around in the water. The aead is
cut off as soon as the blubber is taken
off it to get at tho valuable bone. That
is the most difficult task. Axes are
used and it takes quite a lot of chop
ping to get through the mountain of
flesh. As soon as it is severed it is
hoisted on deck. Then the work goes
on of taking off the rest of the fat
from the body.
Some of the vessels savo only tho
bone, and when tho head is chopped
off the rest of tho body is cast adrift.
Tho whalers that take only tho heads
are usually small ones and are not
fitted with the necessary apparatus of
trying out the oil.
After the blubber is stripped from
the carcass it is cut up into small
pieces, and for several days after
wards the crew is busy trying out tho
oil and stowing it away in tho hold iu
casks. Smoke aud smell are tho prin
cipal characteristics of the operatiou,
and only an old whaler will go lee
ward of tho great pots when tlio pro
cess is going on.
During the hunt for whales there is
very little to break the monotony of
tho whaler's lifo. It is the same thing
day after day, with an occasional galo
and a trip in the ice, but tho vessels
are now built to stand such weather.
A winter in the Arctio has not tho
terrors it had a few years ago. Quar
ters for the crew are built on laud in
some sheltered spot, and before the
winter sets in all the vessels rendez
vous there. The 'tween decks of tho
vessels are cleared and stoves sot up.
Banks are arranged along the middle
of the ships, away from the side?, so
that the intense cold will not so quick
ly reach the men through tho vessels'
timbers, and as soon as the ioe forms
around the vessels high banks of snow
are piled up around them to brake tho
force of the piercing winds. A roof
is built over the ships, and on that
Bnow is piled several feet thick, and it
all is wet and frozen so solid that it
will not drift with the fiercest of gales
that sweep across the frozen bosom of
the ocean when the long night of win
ter sets in.—San Franoisco Examiner.
The Agricultural Department is giv
ing attention to the success of dee t )
plowing. Professor Whituey, Chief of
the Division of Agricultural Soil*, IS
now in Nebraska on a special mission
to investigate the effect on tho soil of
deep plowing on the one hand und of
irrigation on the other.
The manuscript of the Old Testa*
meat was completed 480 B. C,
NO. 5.
DAYS.
Want Is tho message o! days, what Is tho
thought they bring—
Days that darken to winter, days tnat
sweeten to spring?
Is thoro a loro to learn/Is thoroa truth to bo
told?
Hath tho now dawn a ray that never flashed
from tho old?
Day that deepens to night, night that broad
ens today,
What Is the meaning of all, what Is tho word
they say?
Silenco for ayo and aye, and tho heart
bents never coaso
Till toil and llfo and *.ho day are tho night
and death and peace.
—John Hnll Ingham, In Scrlbncr.
lIUMOIt OF THE DAT.
Money tnlks; poverty also has a
way of telling.
Character is what wo aro in tho
dark.—Ram's Horn.
This is tho next year you expected
so much of last year. —Atchison Globo.
He—"What do you think is tho
way to win a woman?" She—-"Hers."
—Puck.
Love never turns back because it
sees a mountain or hears a lion roar.
—Ram's Horn.
No man would listen to you talk if
he didn't know it was his turn next.—
Atchison Globe.
"Thou hast cured my heart of aching, dear,"
Said she.
"I'm a doctor of divinity,"
Quoth ho.
—Puck.
A Chicago astronomer thinks he has
dissovered green on tho moon. But
perhaps it's all in his eye.—Philadel
phia Press.
Somo mon would have better wives
if they didn't growl so much when
ever they give them a little money.—
Ram's Horn.
Clergyman—"Do you tako this wo
man to bo your wife?" Politician
(absently)—"l authorize the use of
mv name."—Puck.
Blackston—"l don't see why you
wear your hair so short." Graymaro—
"No; you don't know my wife."—
New York Herald.
Clara—"l'm so fond of music! T
want to play tho piano awfully.
Laura —"Well, you do play it awful
ly."—New York Herald.
"What I tell my wife, goes." "In
deed?" "Yos; she takes it to her
mother right away, and pretty soon it
is everywhere."—Prrck.
"What do you want to be, Fred
die, when you aro a man?" Freddie
"I think 'twould be awful nice to bo
an orphan."—Chicago Inter-Ocoan.
"Bancroft seems all upset and nerv
ous this morning; do you know what's
wrong?" "Yes; ho caught the train
withoutruuningfor it."—lnter-Ocoan.
Tlioso bo tho days that bring to mo
A melancholy shook;
Tho frost is on tho pumpkin ,
My overcoat in hoek.
—Philadelphia Record.
Every cloud has a silver lining, but
the knowledgo makes it only the more
gloomy to the fellow who is on the
wrong side of it. —Kate Field's Wash
ington.
Tho importance of doing one thing
at [a time is illustrated by the fact
that no steamship has ever broken the
record and her shaft on the s« cue trip.
—Philadelphia Ledger.
And now tho man of family
Shows worry in his looks,
For John and Tom and Sue aud Boss
Must nil have now school books.
—Kansas City Journal.
Grant Allen has written an artiole
on the docliue in wedlock. The title
is an absurdity. If she declines there
is no wodloclc. And when there is wed
lock she hasn't declinod.— Brooklyn
Eagle.
An Irishman asked a Scotchman one
day why a railroad engine was always
callod "she." Sandy replied: "Per
haps it's on acoount of the horrible
uoise it makes when it tries to
whistle."—Pearson's Weokly.
The soul of the impecunious man
Is filled with a dose of tho bluos,
For he's trying to ilguro out how they will
look
When ho blackens his tan-colored shoos.
—Brooklyn Eagle.
Robbie —"I'm going to be a pirate,
like Captain Kidd, when I grow up."
Charlie—"l'm going to be a train
robbor like Jesse James." Johuuie—
"Well, I ain't. I'm going to keep a
summer hotel, liko Uncle Jake."—
Truth.
At the railway ticket office: "How
much for my little girl?" "She is freo
if under four." "But she will ocoupy
a seat all the same." "Makes no dif
ference." "Ia that ease how maoh
discount will you give me on my
ticket if I leave her at home?"—Flie
geude Blaetter.
"It must be pretty hard work
poundiug the pavement with that
great rammer," said the idler.
"Shure," said Mr. Grogan, "it ia not
th' droppin' av th' thing ou th'
sb tones thot is th' har-rd wor'rk at
all. It is the liftin' av it up."—ln
dianapolis Journal.
Ethel—"Here is the loveliest house
coat that I bought for Tom, and he
doesn't seem to care for it the least
bit." Clara—"l cau tell you how to
make him value it above everything."
Ethel—"Oh, how?" Clara "Tell
him that you've give* it away to soma
poor man. "—Boston Post. t
The Earth Man is Made Of.
What is man Vat a miniaturo earth,
with many diguises in the way of man
ners, possessions, dissemblinoes, eto?
■*et through all—thi ?ngh all the work
of his hands and all the thoaghta ol
liis mind—how surely the ground
quality of him, the fundamental hoe,
whother it be this or tUat. makes it
self folt and is aleno important.—
John Burroughs.