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The Island of Luzon has been called
the "Pearl of the Philippines," and,
like Cuba, is a marvel of scenic charm
and productiveness. The two islands
enjoy the same climate of perpetual
summer, their mountain ranges are
almost exactly of the same average
height, and are clothed to their very
summits with evergreen forests.
In the coast hills of Luzon the dawn
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of day is heralded by the multitudinous
screams of little monkeys. Tree cats
occasionally raid the top branches and
give the monkeys some reason for
screaming. The hills echo the bay of
wild dogs; wild pigs rustle about the
jungle, and jackals prowl along the
beach in quest of sea spoil. There are
three varieties of deer in the uplands,
and all sorts of curious rodents can
be trapped in the Sierras.
As a consequence the cities of the
Philippines swarm with pets, and the
supply Is beginning to overflow into the
zoological curiosity shops of the sea
port towns of the United States. The
Luzon contributions chiefly represent
tlie tribe of the macaques (pronounced
makaks).
Luzon exports a mischievous rock
baboon, and the ringed lemur, a sort
of ulglit-monkey, with owl eyes and
a bush tail that can lie made to en
circle his nock like a shawl. The sud
den opening of those big eyes lias a
weird effect; but their owner is a com
paratively harmless Filipino, and needs
not much persuasion to nestle in the
overcoat pocket of liis protector. If.
moreover, that pocket should happen
to lie furnished with handkerchiefs,
lie will wrap himself up like a pet
gray squirrel, and express his delight
in a curious chuckle.
But at about 0 or S o'clock in the
WINGED LEMUR—A COMPARATIVELY HARMLESS FILIPINO.
veiling, according to the season of the
/ear, the Lemur torquatus wakes up
and begins to explore his boarding
house; cautiously at iirst, then in •wider
and wider leaps, taking jumps of ten or
twelve feet without ever miscalculat
ing ills distance by a hairbreadth.
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A EE PRESENTATIVE OF THE TKIB- OF
TEE MACAQUES.
He will hop oa his master's knee,
down again, and up on an armchair:
there he will crouch for a moment with
a quivering bush tail, then double up
for a spring and land on a bookshelf at
the opposite end of the room, or on
his own cage, but never on the lamp,
lie inspected that the moment It was
brought in, and touched the chimney
long enough to satisfy himself that it
had better be admired from a distance.
"Mono bruxo"—"ghost monkey"—the
Filipinos call him. He never appears
in the daytime, and would lie but lie
quiet in his nest in a hollow branch,
his existence would never be suspected.
But curiosity is apt to get the better
of bis discretion, and If a hunter strikes
his nest tree with an axe, a black face
with a pair of still blacker eyes will
peep down from a knothole to Inquire
the cause of the disturbance.
The hunter then marks the tree, and
an hour later returns with a bag and a
forked stick. Master Torquatus has
gone to sleep by that time, and Is
roused when the fork gets a good hitch
in his fur and twists him out of his
dormitory.
A bushy-tailed and extremely wide
awake Islander is the Luzon dwarf
fox, which is often caught in the
Sierras and caged as we would
cage a gopher or weasel. "Perrito"
means literally "doggy," and there is
really something puppyish about the
appearance of the young hill foxes,
but their ears soon get too sharp to
leave a doubt about their affinity.
The perrito is a true fox, although
not nearly as heavy as a Kentucky
fox-squirrel, and quite able to live on a
vegetable diet. He will eat bread, ber
ries and grapes, and the Filipinos even
get him used to boiled rice, flavored
with a few drops of oil; but the in
stincts of his species revive if he is
turned loose in a room enlivened by
scampering rodents.
A nursing perrita hides her whelps
as best she can, bundling them away
in the darkest corner of an old cracker
box, or even in the lee of a jack-boot.
A week after they have their eyes
open the pretty little animals will ven
ture out of their own accord, have a
leaping match after a cockroach or
grasshopper, or roll about on the floor,
pawing one another like playful kit
tens.
As the days go by they become more
enterprising, and contrive to scrape a
gopher out of his wire trap without
waiting for the assistance of their
keeper. In default of other fun. lliey
will tiptoe their way to the stove,
where a Newfoundland puppy lies snor
ing on ills rug. For a minute or longer
they will stand, closely watching the
young giaut; then they will crouch
down and approach with a catlike
wriggle, until one of them touches
the sleeper. Upon that all will scamper
back, frightened at their own bold
ness.
The Luzon kalong bat. with his enor
mous skin wings folded, is hardly as
big as a half-grown rabbit, and nor
mally weighs from a pound and a half
to a pound and three-quarters; but
breakfast, at which he gorges himself
with bananas and boiled carrots, in
creases bis weight by some sixty per
cent. At noon lie Is ready for lunch,
but he reserves his chief effort for
supper.
These winged gluttons infest the
Eastern Archipelago from Sumatra tc
Luzon, and would be a worse plague
than the Egyptian locusts if their
habitat were not a region of inex
haustible fertility. A Philippine bau
ana-planter can work one day a week
and get more food from an acre of
ground than a hard working American
wheat farmer could possibly raise on
twenty acres; but it has been proved
that even that enormous harvest could
be doubled if it were possible to keep
bats and monkeys away.
As it is, tlie depredations never cease,
night or day, and by way of getting
even, the Filipinos cage and sell as
many of the marauders as they can
trap. In San Francisco tame kalong
bats cost about $5 apiece, but in Manila
the gardeners bring them to market
in home-made cages, and are glad to
sell a pair, cage and all, for two reals—
about twenty-five cents.
Fishermen sell jars full of porcupine
fish, and there is 110 end of bird dealers,
A EOBN'BILL.
peddling winged curiosities of all sorts,
from a silk finch to a fire pheasant.
Of parrots alone Luzon boasts some
twenty different species, besides a va
riety of pretty parrakeets, Including
the "spike-tall," a grayish green pet
with a passion for nest-building, and
ready to begin operations at shol't no
tice. A swarm let loose In a vacant
room, with a row of uest-boxes, will
waste one day fighting for building
lots, and after that they will almost
forget eating and drinking In their
eagerness to forage for material.
Keady-made nests would spoil half
their fun, and they are never happier
than In a tussle with an old cotton
liedqullt or a little bale of hay. Pluck
ing out shreds of bedding, a billful at
a time. Is just what suits their Idea
of a picnic, and they never stop screech
ing while daylight lasts.
They are about the most restless of
all feathered creatures, but In the mat
ter of noisiness they are far surpassed
by another feathered Filipino—the
great hornbill, a creature with a head
a foot and a half loug, and a voice that
has been described as something be
(From the Scientific American.)
BRIDGE TUNNEL SYSTEM PROPOSED FOR PENNSYLVANIA ROAD.
Tflhnel tube Is carried through soft bottom on piers, avoiding steep grades,
which boriug through solid rock would require. Upper diagram is cross sec
tion of tube, showing Interior bridge girders.
tween tlio bray of a donkey and the
screech of a locomotive.
Captive hornbills are rather subdued,
perhaps because their keepers have
learned the trick of drowning every
screech with a dash of cold water. —
Youth's Companion.
VENTILATINC SASH LOCK.
Catch Which Hold* the Window Frame
at Any Point.
In ncr.rly nil the sash catches now in
use the device is operative only when
the sashes are entirely up and down.
An improvement iu these is that in
vented by Homer F. Llvermore, which
is shown in the accompanying cut.
Instead of being placed in the middle
pn
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NEW WINDOW SASH LOCK.
and top of the sash It is fastened at
the top. but at the left-hand side. It
has two bolts, one engaging iu the up
•)er sash and the other in the window
frame. Holes may be bored at suitable
points in the upper sash and in the
window frame, and by this means
either sash may be lowered or raised
and locked fast in that position.
Located,
No matter how widely some people
travel, they remain provincial, and
hold the village they live iu as the
startiug-point of all knowledge. A pri-
I vate soldier once introduced himself
to Lincoln as the brother of the man
who gave the Fourth of July oration
in Topeka. An Andover clergyman is
said to have fixed the town he hailed
from with equal precision.
He was present at n gathering of
noted scholars and professors in Ber
lin. A distinguished German philolo
gist, just introduced to him.asked what
part of America he came from.
"Andover," said the clergyman, with
proud confidence.
"Eh? Where is Andover?"
"Next to Tewksbury," replied the
American.
j It is harder to remember a virtu?
than a fault
| Plan For a Tunnel |
| Under tte Hudson. 1
Charles M. Jacobs, the consulting
engineer of the Pennsylvania Railroad
Company, has devised a new system
for the construction of tunnels through
silt and other loose materials naturally
111 adapted for such structures. In the
Scientific American this is said of his
device:
"In driving tunnels through the or
dinary run of material, such ns solid
rock, loose rock, cement.gravel or hard
pan, It Is sufficient either, as In tliO
case of solid rock, to make an exca
vation larger than the gauge required
by traffic and line the excavation with
masonry or concrete, or, as in the sys
tem so largely adopted In London tun
nels, n metallic tube may be driven
through the material. In case of any
of the material named, when once the
tunnel is excavated, or the tube driven
the stability of the structure Is assured
for nil time, as displacement, vertical
or lateral, is impossible.
"In driving tunnels beneath rivers
where deep deposits of silt of varying
consistency nre encountered. It may
happen that the silt is of such n semi
fluid consistency that when heavy
traffic began to pass though the tunnel
it would be in danger of throwing the
tunnel out of alignment, even to the
extent of causing actual fracture of the
same. The invention of Mr. Jacobs,
while it was primarily designed to
overcome the difficulties likely to be
encountered In building the proposed
tunnel beneath the North River is, of
course, applicable to tunneling opera
tions under other rivers or through
swampy or saturated material whose
consistency is such as to threaten the
permanency of the tunnel.
"In the case of the North River tun
nel Mr. Jacobs determined to overcome
the objections due to looseness of the
upper strata of the river bottom by giv
ing his tubes sufficient transverse and
lateral strength to perform the full
functions of a bridge or girder, and
support the bridge tube thus rormed
at stated intervals by means of piers
carried down until they reach the un
derlying rock.
"The piers would be slung from the
tube itself by the pneumatic process,
and they would be of any form or con
struction that was found most suit
able."
A Chimney on Stilts.
On the road between Bowling Green
and Auburn, Ivy., a few miles from the
latter town, Is a cabin with the chim
ney built of a novel and economic style
of architecture.
Heavy wooden stilts, with a platform
OC.VINT KENTUCKY CHIMXEV.
on top, support the chimney proper,
which is merely a pile of bricks a few
feet in height. Directly under it is a
small window.
The house has the appearance of hav
ing been built without a chimney and
then having had one stuck on it in the
most convenient spot.
There is one physician in the present
United States Senate and four physi
cians in the present House of Repre
sentatives. There Is one clergyman
in the present House of Representa
tives.
t)K, TALMAGES SERMON
SUNDAY'S DIS MRSE BY THE NOTED
U..INE.
Subject: Temptations For the Youns—The
Assailant* of Virtue and Honesty Are
Numerous—Need For l>lylne Protection
—God's Grace Brlngeth Salvation.
WASHINGTON, D. C.— A familiar illus
cration from the barnyard is employed in
this discourse by Dr. Talmage to show
the comfort and protection that heaven af
fords to all trusting souls. The text is
Matthew xxiii, 37, "Even as a hen gather
eth her chickens under her wings, and ye
would not."
Jeruial sight as Christ came
to the cri Mount Olivet, a height of
700 feet. The splendors of the religious
capital of the whole earth irradiated the
landscape. There is the temple. Yonder
is the king's palace. Spread out before
His eyes are the pomp, wealth, the wick
edness and the coming destruction of Je
rusalem, and He bursts iuto tears at the
thought of the obduracy of a place that
He would gladly have saved and apostro
phizes, saying, "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
how often would I have gathered thy
children together, even as a hen gathercth
her chickens under her wings, and ye
would not?"
Why did Christ select hen and chickens
as a simile? Next to the appositeness of
the compaiison, I think it was to help all
public teachers in the matter of illustra
tion to get down off their stilts and use
comparisons that all can understand. The
plainest bird on earth is the barnyard
fowl. Its only adornments are the red
comb in its head-dress and the wattles un
der the throat. It has no grandeur of
genealogy. All we know is that its ances
tors came from India, some of them from
a height of 4000 feet on the sides of the
Himalayas. It has no pretension of nest
like the eagle's eyrie. It has no lustre of
plumage like the goldfinch. Possessing
ana omy that allows flight, yet about the
la. t thing it wants to do is to fly, and in
retreat uses foot almost as much as wing.
Musicians have written out in musical
scale the song of lark and robin redbreast
and nightingale, yet the hen of my text
hath nothing that could be taken for a
song, but only cluck and cackle. Yet
Christ in the text uttered while looking
upon doomed Jerusalem declares that what
He had wished for that city was like what
the hen does for her chickens.
Christ was thus simple in His teach
ings, and yet how hard it is for us who
are Sunday-school instructors and editors
and preachers and reformers and those
who would gain the ears of audiences to
attain that heavenly and divine art of sim
plicity! We have to run a course of lit
erary disorders as children a course of phy
sical disorders. We come out of school
and college loaded down with Greek my
thologies and out of the theological semin
ary weighed down with what tlfe learned
fathers said, and we fly with wings of
eagles and flamingoes and albatrosses, and
it takes a good while before we can come
down to Christ's similitudes, the candle
under the bushel, the salt that has lost its
savor, the net thrown into the sea, the
spittle on the eyes of the blind man and
the hen and chickens.
I am in warm sympathy with the unpre
tentious old fashioned hen because, like
most of us, she has to scratch for a living.
She knows at the start the lesson which
most people of good sense are slow to
learn —that the gaining of a livelihood im
plies work, and that successes do not lie
,on the surface, but are to be upturned by
positive and continuous effort. The rea
son that society and the church and the
world are so full of failures, so full of loaf
ers, so full of deadbcats is because people
are not wise enough to take the lesson
which any hen would teach them that if
they would find for themselves and for
those dependent upon them anything worth
having they must scratch for it. Solo
mon said, "Goto the ant, thou sluggard."
I say, Goto the hen, thou sluggard. In
the Old Testament God compares Himself
to an eagle stirring up her nest, and in
the New Testament the Holy Spirit is
compared to a descending dove, but Christ
in a sermon that began with cutting sar
casm for hypocrites and ends with the
paroxysm of pathos in the text compares
Himself to a hen.
One day in the country we saw sudden
consternation in the behavior of old Dom
inick. Why the lien should be so dis
turbed we could not understand. Wc
looked about to see if a neighbor's dog
were invading the farm. We looked up to
see if a storm cloud were hovering. We
could see nothing on the ground that could
terrorize, and we could see nothing in the
air to ruffle the feathers of the hen. but
the loud, wild, affrighted cluck which
brought all her brood at full run under
her feathers made us look again around
and above us, when we saw that high up
and far away there was a rapacious bird
wheeling round and round and down and
down, and not seeing us as we stood in
the shadow, it came nearer and lower un
til we saw its beak was curved from base
to tip and it had two flames of fire for
eyes, and it was a hawk. But all the
chickens were under old Dominick's wings,
and either the bird of prey caught a
glimpse of us or not able to find the brood
huddled under wing, darted back into the
clouds. **■ <—'i- <■— '
So Christ calls with great earnestness to
all the young. Why, what is the matter?
It is bright sunlight, and there can be no
danger. Health is theirs. A good home
is theirs. Plenty of food is theirs. Pros
pect of long life is theirs. But Christ con
tinues to call, calls with more emphasis
and urges haste and says not a second
ought to bt lost. Oh. do tell us what is
the matter. Ah, now I see: there are
hawks of temptation in the air, there are
vultures wheeling for their prey, there
are beaks of death ready to plunge, there
nre claws of allurement ready to clutch.
Now I see the peril. Now I understand
the urgency. Now I see the only safety.
Would that Christ might this day take
our sons and daughters into His shelter
"as a lien galhereth her chickens under
her wing."
The fact is that the most of ther.i will
I never mind the shelter unless while they
are chickens. It is a simple matter of in
exorable statistics that most of those who
do not come to Christ in youth never come
at all. What chance is there for the
young without divine protection? There
are the grogshops, there are the gamb
ling hells, there are the infidelities and
immoralities of spiritualism, there are the
bad books, there are the impurities, there
are the bus ; ness rascalities, and so numer
ous are thei -xilants that it is a wonder
that honesty l virtue arc not lost arts.
The birds of :ey, diurnal and nocturnal,
of the natural world are ever on the alert.
They are assassins of the sky: they have
varieties of taste. The engle prefers the
flesh of the living animals; the vulture
prefers the carcass; the falcon kills with
one stroke, while other styles of beak
give prolongation of torture. And so the
temptations of this life are various.
Fathers, mothers, older brothers and
sisters and Sabbath-school teachers, be
quick and earnest and prayerful and im
portunate and get the chickens under wing.
May the Sabbath schools of America and
Sreat Britain within the next three months
sweep all their scholars into the kingdom.
Whom they have now under charge is un
certain. Concerning that scrawny, puny
child that lay in the cradle many years
ago. the father dead, many remarked,
"What a mercy if the Lord would take
:he child?'' And the mother really thought
so too. But what a good tl.irj that God
spared that child, for it became world re
nowned in Christian literature and one of
Cod's most illustrious servants—John
Todd.
My hearers, if we secure the present an)
everlasting welfare of our children, most
other things belonging to us are of but lit'
tie comparative importance. Alexandet
the Great allowed his soldiers to take
their families with them to war, and he
accounted for the bravery of his men by
the fact that many of them were born in
camp and were used to warlike scenes from
the start. Would God that nil the chil
dren of our day might be born into the
army of the Lord!
But we all need the protecting wing. II
you had known when you entered upon
manhood or womanhooa what was ahead
of you, would you have dared to under
take life? How much you have been
through! With most life has been a disap
pointment. They tell me so. They have
not attained that which they expected to
attain. They have not had the physical
and mental vigor they expected or they
have met with rebuffs which they <ji<f
not anticipate. You are not at forty 01
fifty or sixty or seventy or eighty years o
age where you thought you would be. 1
do not know any one except myself t<
whom life has been a happy surprise. 1
never expected anything, and so wher
anything came in the shape of human fa
vor comfortable position or widening
field of work it was to me a surprise. J
was told in the theological seminary bj
some of my fellow students that I nevei
would get anybody to hear me preach un
less I changed my style, so that when 1
found that some people did come to heai
me it was a happy surprise. But mosl
people, according to their own statement,
have found life a disappointment. In
deed, we all need shelter from its tem
pests.
The wings of my text suggest warmth,
and that is what most folks want. The
fact is that this is a cold world whether
you take it literally or figuratively. We
have a big fireplace called the sun, and it
has a very hot tire, and the stokers keep
the coals well stirred up, but much of the
year we cannot get near enough to this
fireplace to get warmed. This world's
extremities are cold all the time. Forget
not that it is colder at the South Pole
than at the North Pole, and that the
Arctic is not so destructive as the Antar
tic. Once in awhile the Arctic will let
explorers come back, but the Antartic
hr.rdly ever. When at the South Pole a
ship sails in, the door of ice is almost
sure to be shut against its return. So life
to many millions of people at the south
and manj* millions of people at the north
is a prolonged shiver.
But when I say that this is a cold
world I chiefly mean figuratively. If you
want to know what is the meaning of the
ordinary term of receiving the "cold
shoulder," get out of money and try to
borrow. The conversation may have been
almost tropical for luxuriance of thought
and speech, but suggest your necessities
and see the thermometer drop to fifty de
grees below zero, and in that which till a
moment before had been a warm room.
Take what is an unpopular position on
some public question and see your friends
fly as chaff before a windmill. As far as
myself is concerned, I have no word of
complaint, but I look off day by day and
see communities freezing out men and
women of whom the world is not worthy.
Now it takes after or.e and now after an
other. It becomes popular to depreciate
and de'f.me and execrate and lie about
some people. This is the best world I
ever got into, but it is the meanest world
that some people ever got into. The worst
thing that ever happened to them was
their cradle, and the best thing that will
ever happen to them will be their grave.
Thus at sundown, lovingly, safely, com
pletely, the hen broods her young. So, if
we are the Lord's, the evening of our life
will come. The heats of the day will have
passed. There will be shadows, and we
cannot see as far. The work of life will be
about ended. The hawks of temptation
that hovered in the sky will have gone to
the woods and folded their wings. Sweet
silences will come. The air will be redo
lent with the breath of whole arbors of
promises sweeter than jasmine or even
ing piimrose. The air may be a little chill,
but Christ will call us, and we will know
the voice and heed the call, and we will
come under the wings for the night, the
strong wings, the soft wings, the warm
wings, and without fear and in full sense
of safety, and then we will rest from sun
down to sunrise, "as a hen gathereth her
chickens under her wing."
My text has its strongest application
for people who were born in the country,
wherever you may now live, and that is
the majority of you. You cannot hear
my text without having all the rustic
scenes of the old farmhouse come back to
you. Good old days they were. You
knew nothing much of the world, for you
had not seen the world. By law of asso
ciation you cannot recall the brooding
hen and her chickens without seeing also
the barn and the haymow and the wagon
slied and the house and the room where
vou played and the fireside with the big
back-log before which you sat and the
neighbors and the burial and the wedding
and the deep snowbanks, and hear the vil
lage bell that called you to worship and
seeing the horses which, after pulling you
to church, stood around the old clapboard
cd meeting house, and those who sat at
either end of the church pew and, indeed,
all the scenes of your first fourteen years,
and you think of what you were then and
, of what you are now and all these thoughts
are aroused by the sight of the old hen
coop. Some of you had better go back
and start again. In thought return to
that place and hear the cluck and see the
outspread feathers and come under the
wing and make the Lord your portion
and shelter and warmth, preparing for
everything that may come, and so avoid
being classed among those described by
the closing words of my text, "as a lien
gathereth her chickens under her wings,
and ye would not." Ah, that throws the
responsibility upon us. "Ye would not."
Alas, for the "would nots!" If the wan
dering broods of the farm heed not their
mother's call and risk the hawk and dare
the freshet and expose themselves to the
frost and storm, surely their calamities
are not the mother's fault. "Ye would
not!" God would, but how many would
not?
When a good man asked a young woman
who had abandoned her home and who
was deploring her wretchedness why she
did not return, the reply was:"l dare
not go home. My father is so provoked
he would not receive me home." "Then,"
said the Christian man,"l will test this."
And so he wrote to the father, and the re
ply came back, and in a letter marked out
side "Immediate" and inside saying, "Let
her come at once; all is forgiven." So
God's invitntion for you is marked "Im
mediate" on the outside, and inside it is
written, "He will abundantly pardon."
Oh, ye wanderers from God and happiness
and home and heaven, come under the
sheltering wing. A vessel in the Bristol
Channel was nearing the rocks called the
Steep Holmes. Under the tempest the
vessel was unmanageable, and the only
hope was that the tide would change be
fore she struck the rocks and went down,
and so the captain stood on the deck,
watch in hand. Captain and crew and
passengers were pallid with terror. Tak
ing another look at his watch and another
look at the sea. he shouted: "Thank God,
we are saved! The tide hus turned! One
minute more and we would have struck
the rocks!" Some of you have been a long
while drifting in the tempest of sin ana
sorrow and have been making for the
breakers. Thank God, the tide has turned.
Do you not feel the lift of the billow?
The grace of God that bringeth salvation
has appeared to your soul, and, in the
words of lJoaz Ruth, 1 commend vou to
"the Lord God of Israel, under whose
wings thou hast come to trast."
[Coioriirlit, 190:2, L. klopsch.)