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n gato to the whippeoorwills.
fl os the spirits of the dusk
—Frank Demps
shutes on their shadow
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is but a whisper, sweet with
fragrant lips of bud and
wi isper—and the one word is De-
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A strange atmosphere of matrimony |
was approaching the village of Rug-
glesbury. That is was compressed
within an inadequately small space is
true. The foremost van of Blinker’s
World-Famed Circus held it. Yet the |
vehicle lumbered none the quicker
along the road for all the amoreus va-
porings that floated within its paint-
ed sides
The ringmaster, the clown, and the
gentleman who illustrated the baute
ecole upon a coal-black steed sat there |
Unmarried as
were all three the disadvantages of |
their bachelorhood had become acutely |
in moody pensiveness.
evident during a pause in a game of
“nap.” Owing to a common dea arth of
funds they had been playing perforce,
for the empty glory of points alone
It was perhaps this fact that caused
their thoughts to stray in the direc-
tion of deeper affairs.
“Traveling about like this,” grum
bled the clown, “don’t give no chan
By the end of a week, when a girl's got
so far as to realize that you've a heart
under the paint, the orders is—up and
away.”
“It's gif 11 with me,”
chevalier de I'haute eccle, “but 1 don't
know as it’s any betier. It's my po-
sition and appearance they've got to
get over. It takes em a good week to |
learn that I'm not affable in a—a ¢
togratic way.”
“Same here,”
ter, “exactly.”
“What we want,”
to go to work in a more business-like
fashion. If we don't strike some idea
for quick courtin’ like as not we shall
go about the country single all our
lives.”
The ringmaster started up.
“How about a beauty show?’ he ex-
claimed. “Blinker would tumble to it
if we had one at Rugglesbury. Good
business for him it would be. The
point is this, comnsociation prizes—you
know—us.”
The amazed look with which the oth-
er two regarded him changed gradual-
ly to one of fervent admiration. It
was some while ere they spoke. When
they did the ringmaster staggered be-
neath an unwonted torrent of compli-
ment. Then, laying their heads to-
gether, they spoke in interjections that
grew gradually more coherent.
Thus the caravan rolled onwards
outwardly much as usual. But in the
first van was a whirlpool of ferment
and of deliriously maturing plans.
chimed in the ringmas-
said the clown, ‘‘is
* * * *
It was a curious coincidence that pre-
cisely at this period a corresponding
desire should have entered the breast
of one of the inhabitants of Ruggles-
bury .itself. There could be no doubt
that Job Yardsley, who kept the May-
pole Inn, had no right to be a bache-
lor. A ‘‘warm’” man, the master of a
cosy home and of thirty acres of graz-
ing land besides, ought to find some-
thing better to do with his money
than to spend it upon himself. Such
was the female opinion of the village.
Job was frankly callous.
“If you were married, Job,” remark-
ed his friend, Sam Evans, the day be-
fore the arrival of Blinkers circus, “as
likely as not you'd find more objick in
life.” i
Sam Evans was in the throes of
bringing up nine children. Job Yards-
ley gazed without interest across the
bare parlor table.
“So I've heard before,” he remarked.
“Besides,” continued the other, “it ud
be good for business. A nice, clean-
looking woman always puts me in mind
of good beer, clean tankards, an’ hbut-
ter that’s fresh. I'll bet your takings
would go up. Others feel the same
way—that’s why.”
A quick gleam entered Job's eye. It
fell upon the untidy looking pou boy,
then it wandered back to rest stealth-
ily on the rim of his glass.
“Ah” he observed, carelessly,
“p’raps, or pr’aps the reverse.”
Yet his mind grew strangely impreg-
nated with the idea. Evans had sown
a mightier seed than he knew. Its
sproutings toward maturity engrossed
Yardley to an unprofitable extent. On
the next day a rustic in search of half
a pint received its double and the cor-
rect change for its half. Ere Job
Yardsley could rectify the error the
beer was in a haven whence no argu-
ment could retrieve it.
Sam Evans chanced to be in the |
bar.
“Ah,” he chuckled, “there’s only one
reason for that way of goin’ on—that’s |
love.”
Job started.
choose the girl. The
cided him.
It was ju that the Doster
announcing eauty show at Blin
er’s Circus came ning into his bar
in the manner of the dawn of a new
life.
pitor this
* 2 * *
“Yes,” said Job later in the day, you
might give it 1 as official. I'll take
the winner of tt irst
questions ¢
“Aren’t you
chance?’ objects
might be—well—an;
prize—and uc
s | for me.
mused the |t
Perhays it was. If so, |
all that remained for him to do was to | vi
coincidence de- |¢
Job Yardsley flung a knowing leer.
“1t might,” he admitted, ‘and it
| might not. I've made my inquiries,
| Sam,” he continued, “no pigs in pokes
Every girl in the place has en-
tered. But there's only three as stands
| a chance—Elizabeth Harmer, Jane As-
| kew and Violet Budden.”
Sam Evans pondered.
“That's true,” he said, “1 spose
| them three has the pick of Ruggles-
| bury’s looks.”
0) hope it'll be Elizabeth Harmer,”
said Job Yardsley.
Elizabeth Harmer was the daughter
of a dairyman, the reputed owner of
| a nest-egg. The other two were the off-
srig of the local carpenter and
blacksmith respectively.
“Whichever way it goes, asserted
Saw Evans, ‘the advertisement for the
Maypole will be first rate. As for let-
folks know, you leave it to me,
You couldn't have struck a bet-
man for what 1 might call givin’
to you notion.”
»
» proved as good as his word.
n Job Yardsley entered the cir-
| cus tent upon the eventful evening of
he beau competition the murmur
| that was ng from the packed cir-
cle died into sudden silence. As he
eated himself ir at segment of the
iers which, red-baize-covered, demand-
the most expensive admittance, a
vavering cheer from the opposite
These being the lowest priced
espoasible boyhood.
hing chorus of a multitude of
mothers with Sabbatically dressed
daughters by their sides crushed the
untimely demonstration.
Job Yardsley gazed abeut him in gen-
nine surprise. In whichever direction
he turned a smail sea of faces lcoked
into his own with a frankly interested
stare. Jeb blew his nose. It seemed
to him that the space that separated
him from his neighbors was greater
than that in other parts of the amphi-
theatre. .
* * * *
When, upon the closing of the turn
of the usual program, girls singly, in
twos and in threes, shyly entered the
ring in preparation for the contest
Job’s heart beat perceptibly faster. A
couple of score girls were there below
—dark, fair, short, tall. One—he won-
dered which—was destined to enter his
life in the most intimate fashion.
The judges entered. Job started a
little as he observed them. He had ex-
pected a more widely representative
body. In consisted of Mr. Blinker him-
self in a frock coat and white waist-
coat, the ringmaster and the haute ecole
rider, the two latter still in the pro-
fessional splendor of the arena. After
a pause a fourth figure hurried to join
the group. He wore an olive-green cos-
tume with gold-striped trousers. Job,
gazing more intently, could perceive
that it was the clown—unclowned.
Blinker mounted one of the white
painted pedestals that were wont to
support the hoop-holders. The other
three surrounded him, perched on less
elevated structures. In another mo-
ment the judging had begun.
Job’s heart beat faster yet. He glanc-
ed nervously at the four men. The is:
sue was in their hands. And such an
issue! Upon it depended his and the
Maypole’s fate. He awoke to the fact
that he was repeating an inane jingle
—ZElizaketh, Jane, Violet; which?
Elizabeth, Jane, Violet, which?
He wiped a damp forehead.
He found himself eagerly scanning
the faces of the girls who, rejected and
flushed, hurried back to their seats.
With still greater anxiety his eye
sought out those who remained. Their
number had been weeded down to six.
They stood in two groups of three.
Job gazed upon the first three. He
had not miscalculated. Elizabeth Har-
mer, Jane Askew, and Violet Budden
made up the trio. In the midst of his
triumph ‘he knew a moment of anxiety.
Elizabeth Harmer overcome at the last
moment had stuffed her handkerchief
into her mouth. She was concealing
her chin.
The ringmaster, the clown, and the
haute ecole rider descending from their
pedestals entered inte conversation
with each of the three, pairing off one
with each. Job noticed a startled look
on the face of each of the girls. Then
they began to giggle. The gallant per-
looked perfectly at home.
shout from 2 small boy among the
lience broke silence.
‘What are you doin’
Magin?” i
Job’s eyes turned upon the cther
Magin, a snub-
freckle-faced, prominent eared
was the nearest t im. The
e but little better favored.
whether a “booby prize’
there,
ming face
that said
Magin he A a temper.
Farther discussion was arrested by
ud call fo ence from Mr. Blink-
A dead
lance to rd Elizabeth Harmer and
ed a last
ym swell-
| pretty they were.
ed. Never before had he realized how
As each listened to
| a whispering cavalier a blush mantled
six cheeks.
Mr. Blinker, after clearing 1 3 throat, |
began:
“The judging being now concluded,
ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor-
able duty to present the valuable
prizes. The first prize is here—you
can see it for yourselves—a red and
white striped blouse. The first prize,
ladies and gentlemen, has been awardesd
with one voice—in fact, I might say
magpanimously—to,” here he raised
his voice, “to one whom 1 will call the
Belle of the Ring. The fortunate lady
is Miss Sally Magin.”
After a stunned moment of silence a
roar went up that shook the canvas
roof. But Job scarcely heard it. “He
felt suddenly faint. His eye wandered
from Sally Magin’s face, about thé ring,
then back to Sally Magin’s face. She
was smiling—directly at him.
The drama of the moment had in-
spired a gang of young men. Leaping
into the arena they began to lead the
prize-winner toward the spot where
Job cowered. Blouse in hand she came,
while the occupants of the cheaper
seats rocked and swayed in open mirth.
In the meanwhile the two girls who
had stood at her side received a hair
comb and a straw pin respectively. But
the presentation was unnoticed. An-
other shout went up as Sally Magin
sank down by the side of Job.
Job with deeply flushed face, sprang
to his feet. Utter silence feil once
more. Job wavered. The stupendous
hush had unnerved him. He sank
down, and the sinking sealed his fate.
A minute later Sally’s arm was
through his. Her eyes sought first the
blouse and then Job, while the ¢rowd
thundered acclamation. Only when it
realized that Mr. Blinker had not com-
pleted his announcements did the tur-
moil cease. ‘
“We have now come, ladies and gen-
tlemen,” he proceeded with a broad
smile, “to a stage in the performance
which is p’r’aps the most romantic that
this palatial tent has ever seen. It is
my pleasure to inform you that over
and above the awards already present-
ed, we have three consolation prizes.
These, ladies, are the biggest on rec-
ord. They consist of nothing less than
these three bachelor gentlemen.” He
indicated his fellow judges. ° ;
At a sign from him each placed an
arm about his companion’s waist. The
hissing of a vast indrawn breath sound-
ed from the assembly. ‘‘And you, gen-
tlemen, it will interest you to hear that
the ladies have accepted their prizes
with the graciousness that marks their
sex.”
The hoarse protests of Elizabeth
Harmer’s father were drowned in loud
murmurings of amazement. The three
blushing girls after a struggle with
their countenances brought to each a
smile that would have delighted a pho-
tographer. The evidence of acquies-
cence was convincing. Romance was
in the air.
Mr. Blinker prepared to step from
his pedestal.
“It only remains for me to say, la-
dies and gentlemen, that Blinkers
World-Famed Circus will remain here
until the ceremony of marriage has
been fully completed. The entire com-
pany welcomes the charming Erides,
and that concludes our entertainment
tonight.”
Job Yardsley found himself in the
outer darkness with Sally Yes still
upon his arm. :
“It wasn’t bad, was it?” ve ventured,
“for—tor a lark, you know?”
Sally took a firmer: clutch of his
arm.
“It’s a lark that’s got a plain end-
ing,” she said. “With all them wit-
nesses I should think damages for
breach ‘ud come to a bit more than
the price of the Maypole.”
“I wonder, I do wonder,” mused Job
dully, “if they bothering circus people
knew of my offer.”
“Is it likely?” retorted his future
wife with asperity.—W. H. Koebel, in
the Tatler.
A Pass to the Circus.
Two attorneys, says the San Fran-
cisco Chronicle, were recently taking
a constitutional over the hills in the
vicinity of the Mission Park site just
before the Barmum & Bailey circus ar-
rived. Pausing to view the circus
grounds, they were promptly mistaken
for circus magnates, and surrounded
by a group of awe-struck gamins. Tak-
ing the cue, the disciples of Blackstone
discussed wisely the proper place for
the elephants and the advisability of
placing them at some distance from the
tigers, and also bemoaned the recent
death of two prize monkeys, et caetera.
One of the gamins plucked up courage
to ask for a pass, whereupon one of
the lawyers, with a Carnegie-giving-a-
library air, handed him the following:
“Pass three hundred boys under twelve
to menagerie and circus promptly at 2
p. m. Sunday. Bailey.” What hap-
pened to the boy with the ticket at the
hands of his two hundred and ninety-
nine indignant friends near the gates
of the circus promptly at 2 p. m., Sun-
day is too painful to describe.
Wcman Trained Nurse for Dogs.
Probably the only woman trained
nurse for dogs in New York ‘is a
mighty clever young woman employed
in the d hospital, where are treated
the precious pets of the most fashion-
able people in New York.
She is an adept in the care of dogs,
having raised them and been familiar
with their care since childhood. She!
is devoted to the canine family and |
eems to possess intuitive knowledge
regarding dog temperament.
She often has as many as
dogs to care
100 sick
carry out the doctor's orders ex-
trained nurse would do for
atients.
for. . IL is her duty.lo;
e them their medicine and in other.
MAUD OF THE MUCK RAKE.
Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.
Her pa was not a man of wealth,
All that she had was rugged health.
Sighing, she said: ‘“Confound the lack,
1 think I'll go to raking muck.’
Because she toiled a wild unrest
And an eager longing filled her breast.
“Why should I have to work,” she cried,
“While others scorn me in their pride?
“With riches they have never earned
Their backs on me are proudly turned.
‘The good Lord never planned things so,
here’s something rotten here below.
‘““An Ida Tarbell I will be
And whack the plutocrats,” said she.
The judge appeared upon the scene,
Bringing an odor of gasoline.
He stopped to buzz the girl awhil
She was hans and he rather liked her
sty
She knew that he possessed a wad,
He thought: “How sweet a name 1s
Maud.’
He spoke of railroad stocks he had,
The maiden listened and was glad.
“In two years, if my luck is fair,”
He said, “T’'ll be a millionaire.
“I travel on passes through the lan a—"
Maud sw eetly said: { Oh, ain’ty that
grand!’
‘““As far as rebates go, I'll say
That I regard them as O. K.
“A block of Standard stock I claim—
No matter how I got the same.
“Now tell me, Maud, and tell me true,
Don’t I look rather good to you?
Her face against his breast she hid,
And gladly answered that he did.
Today she is the judge's wife,
And lives in style, enjoying life.
And oft she wonders in her pride
Why people can’t be satisfied.
“Why,” she complains, “do critics pitch
So foolishly into the rich?
+»!'Why do they ever scold or sigh
Because the things they need are high?
“Wise Providence has planned affairs.
‘We rich, alas, have many cares.
“But while we nobly bear the strain,
‘Why should the ones below complain?
“Of all wise words, the best by far
Is: ‘Take things meekly as they are.’ ”
go Herald
The easiest way to reach the top is
to get in on the ground floor.—Puck.
“Crossed in love once more,” la-
mented the Hellespont as Leander
clambered up the bank.—Princeton
Tiger.
“My daughter,” said the father, ‘‘has
always been accustomed to all the lux-
uries of wealth.” ‘“Yees,” replied the
count, bristling up. ‘‘Zat ees what 1
am.”
Gentleman (getting into the car-
riage): That tooth must come out to-
day under any circumstances. Drive
me to the nearest dentist—but go slow!
—Fliegende Blatter.
Mrs. de Fashion (to her new Chinese
cook): “John, why do the Chinese bind
the feet of their women?’ John: “So
they not trotee ’round kitchen, and
botheree cook.”’—Life.
Milestone Mike—What sort ©’ insect
would you like to be if you ’ad the
chance, Sammie? Somnolent Sam—
Why, one o’ them rare ‘uns wot they
keeps, in aleohol.—Sketch.
“You say the man is a liar. Can
you prove it?” - “Well, I can prove that
he was a member of the Senate when
the Railroad Rate bill was under dis-
cussion.”—Philadelphia Ledger.
““What I regard as most conspicuous
about Georgie Gayson,” said Mrs. Old-
castle, “is her naivete.” “Yes,” replied
her hostess, “I wonder what made her
get a red one?”’—Baltimore American.
Then the Robber Ran.—Footpad:
Money or your life!” Book Agent:
Sorry I haven’t a copy of my life, sir;
but let me show you the Life of George
Washington, in full morocco.—Cricago
News.
“Does your congressman do much
work?’ “We don’t expect him to
work,” said Farmer Corntossel. “We
jest hire him to take the blame when
things don’t go to suit us.”—Washing-
ton Star.
Club Chatter.—The Old Soldier—Yes,
sir, and-I can tell you that I’ve had
six horses killed under me in war.”
The Motorist—Pooh! that’s nothing.
I’ve had a dozen pedestrians killed un-
der me.—Pick-me-up.
The Fiancee: “When a man accuses
a woman of saying things that you
know very well I never even thought,
if he really was a man and had any
respect for.me, you'd beg my pardon.”
—Woman’s Home Companion.
Infyriated motorist (to Waggoner,
who has made him stop)—What the
Dickens did you make me stop for?
Your horse is not frightened? Wag-
goner—Naw, she’s no fear. But I just
didna want ma new hat tae be spoilt
wi’ dust frae your auld rumbler!—
Punch. .
“How does Senator Catchit explain
the provisions of that bill he intro-
duced?” “*He disclaims all responsi-
bility for it. He says in his
bring about beneficial
inadvertently
his daughter's graduation essay.”’—
Baltimore American.
The low-browed party with a pistol
haste to |
legislation he |
substituted for the bill}
| were swarms of J but
in one hand paused in front of the]
pedestrian. “I'm goin’ to hold youse
up,” he said.
you, I'm sure, answered the pede:
“I h-had a sinkir s-sensation
)
when saw you approaching.”—
Chicago Daily News.
“T-that’s real k-kind of}
BOTH FOUGHT THE SIOUX
OLD INDIAN FIGHTERS WILL
AGAIN SERVE TOGETHER.
Gen. Bubb and Major Sibley Were
With Crook in the Big Horn and
Yellowstone Expeditions—The Sib-
ley Scout’s Narrow Escape From
Capture as He Tells of It.
Brigadier General J. W. Bubb, who
has been crdered to St. Paul to assume
command of the Department of Dako-
ta, and Major Frederick W. Sibley, the
commanding officer of the Third Squad-
ron of the Second Cavalry, now sta-
tion at Fort Snelling, saw service to-
gether against the Indians during the
campaign of 1876 against the Sioux.
Both were at the time young lieute-
nants, General Bubb had been pro-
moted from the ranks during his ser-
vice in the civil war, while Major Sib-
ley was then a young officer just out
of West Point. They served through-
out General Crook’s Big Horn and
Yellowstone expeditions, and General
Miles’s campaign through Montana—
General Bubb with the Fourth Infan-
try and Major Sibley, then, as now,
with the Second Cavalry, says the St.
Paul Pioneer Press.
One little incident of Lieutenant
Bubb’s bravery is related by the fa-
mous war correspondent, afterward
Congressman John F. Finerty, in his
book, “Warpath and Bivouac, or the
Conquest of the Sioux.” The incident
occurred in Wyoming in May, 1876. It
is thus deseribed by Mr. Finert)
“Some officers informed us that the
ferry between the camp and Fort Fet-
tecman aad broken down, and that we
could not get our mail or send dis-
patches. The river at that point is so
rapid and so full of whirlpools that
few men care to swim it and most
horses refiice to do so. A wagen
driver,- together with a sergeant and
two private scldiers of the Second
Cavalry tried the experiment of swim-
ming their horses over a few days be-
fore and all were drowned. It was
absolutely necessary for us to cross
the river.
“When we reached the ferry we
found that it had been patched up in a
tempcrary manner and concluded to
go across. When near the Fetterman
bank the rope broke, and we should
have been swept down the stream at
the imminent risk of drowning but for
the heroism of Lieutenant and Com-
missary Bubb, who plunged into the
river on horseback, caught a cable
which somebody threw toward him
and towed us in safety to shore amid
the plaudits of the spectators.”
Gen. Bubb was engaged in nearly all
of the celebrated engagements of that
war.
The “Sibley Scout,” is famous among
Indian fighters as having one of the
narrowest escapes from savages on
record. It was in 1876 at the time of
the Custer massacre, when Lieutenant
Sibley was ordered out with twenty-
five mounted men to look about the
country and see what was going on.
Frank Grouard, a half breed and chief
of United States scouts, accompanied
Sibley. The young officer was fresh
from West Point and rather inexpe-
rienced in frecmtier warfare, so cautious
General Crook bade him heed the
scout’s advice should emergency arise,
and off the trooper started almost at
the same hour when Custer, a hundred
miles away, was being cut to pieces
by the cutthroats of Sitting Bull.
Mr. Finerty was also on this expe-
dition. He tells first in his book of
his meeting with Lieutenant Sibley
and later has a page vortrait of Lieu-
tenant Sibley and devotes a chapter
to “The Sibley Scout—A Close Call.”
In describing his introduction to
Lieutenant Sibley he says:
“Capt. Sutorius introduced me to
two officers of the Second Cavalry,
Captain Wells and Lieutenant Sibley.
Lieutenant Sibley, with whose career
I was destined to be linked under cir-
cumstances which subsequently at-
tracted the attention of the Continent,
and which will long live in the tales
and traditions of our regular army,
was a young West Pointer, who had
distinguished himself under General
Reynolds in the attack upon and cap-
ture of Crazy Horse on March 17 of
that eventful year.” Joe De Barthe in
his “Life and Adventures of Frank
Grouard, Chief cof Scouts,” also has a
full page portrait of Lieutenant Sibley
and a chapter called “A Miraculous Es-
cape,” describing the incident of which
Major Sibley was the hero.
The incident was as follows: The
scouting party travelled two days
without incident. As they neared the
mountains Grouard, who always travel-
led ahead of the soldiers, suddenly
signalled to halt. Signs of Indians
were seen. From an eminence com-
manding a vast area of rolling coun-
try little specks could be seen here and
there. The glass proved that each
speck was a squad of several Sioux in
war costume. The specks began to
concentrate. They moved toward the
trail made by the troops, but without
discovering it for a leng time. They
were entirely ignorant cf the presence
of the soldiers. Afier holding a pow-
wow, one cf the Indians chanc
ride toward the telitale trail.
it and returned to the other
waving his blanket and gesticulating.
It then seemed to the young cavalry
officer as though the Indians fairly
sprang from the th in all directions
to see what had been discovered. There
happily
they were miles away. Then began
the race for }
The horses w
jitain. On
were een sccasionally.,
| canons in the rear. The band had
divided and v rying to head off the
! goldiers and s ind them. Sudden-
e
| iy as the soldiers ascended the
sice of
a gulch and gained a small platean, &
party of redskins sprang at them, fir-
ing their rifles and yeiling. The men
scattered like sheep. Lieutenant Sib-
ley ordered the men to fire even if
they did not aim at the enemy, for a
rifle made a noise like a cannon amid
those hills. Finally the men got to-
gether and Lieutenant Sibley ordered
a retreat up a slope to a bit of wood-
ed ground which protected them from
the fire of the Indians. This was about
nine o’cleck in the morning. Mr. Sib-
ley describes the situation as follows:
“The Indians began to gather about
us more rapidly. he situation was
growing more serious every minute.
My men were doing good work with
their rifles. It pleased me to see one
man shoot a noted Sioux chief right
through the heart. The old sinner
never twitched a muscle after the lead
hit him. We never knew how many
we killed because when an Indian
is shot! his comrades keep him out of
sight. Well, we held them off for four
hours, and they were four hours of
hot work, I can tell you. My scout
then told me that the Indians were on
three sides of us. We had one chance
left to retreat, and this chance was
fast lessening because fresh Indians
were coming.”
Both Finerty and De Barthe relate
the story with much more elaboration
and both say that Lieutenant Sibley at
first hesitated in taking to flight even
under those circumstances, but Grouard
convinced him that it meant a terrible
death to all and no good could possibly
come of it if they stayed.
“I did not like to abandom our
horses,” relates Major Sibley, “but it
was that or die. So the retreat was
ordered. 1 inspected each man per-
sonally to see that his equipment was
right, but owing to my inexperience
and the excitement of the moment I
forgot the rations. Only one man in
the command took his rations. Only
one man in the command took his ra-
tions. It was an hour or so before the
Indians discovered that we had fled.
By that time we were up on the moun-
tain in places so steep that one man
had to help the other up. The horses
could not follow us. So for the time
being the Sioux would not strike us.
Grouard took a mountain trail which
we followed on foot for fifty hours
witout a mouthful to eat. Such fear-
fully vigorous exercise without food
nearly killed us.
“Toward the emi of this perilous
march we all became so weakened that
we marched for ten minutes and then
would lie down and rest. Several of
the most robust men became insane,
and one or two never regained their
wits. When we reached Crook’s camp
I slept for twenty-four hours without
waking, and during that time the camp
was sharply attacked by Indians. Even
the roar of musketry did not disturb
my sleep in the least. Not a single
man was lost on the trip.”
Remarking on his experience of
plains life, Major Sibley said that it
seemed wonderful to him what re-
markable instincts the halfbreed scout
possessed. A scout had led him across
a trackless waste on a dark night
when the snow was falling and the
wind blowing. The horses were con-
tinually drifting to windward to get
their faces away from the cutting
blast
There was not a landmark to guide
the scout. Yet in the face of all these
difficulties the scout would lead the
troopers, after marching all night, to
the exact spot from which they started.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
The coach in which the lord mayor
of London rides on state occasions has
been in use since 1757.
An eagle swooped down and seized
and carried away a 10-pound carp that
a fisherman had just landed on the
bank of the Kankakee river, near
Glenwood, Ill.
A trip from New York to Guayaquil
by the way oi Cape Horn involves a
sea voyage of 11,470 miles. When
the Panama ‘canal is opened the voy-
age will be shortened to 2864 miles.
While a large bass was being pre-
pared for cooking at a hotel in Lock
Haven, Pa., a small devil fish was
found imbedded in the fish. The
“find” is being preserved in alcohol.
A two-tailed calf was born in Law-
rence county, Indiana, a few days ago.
One of the tails sprang from the neck
close to the left shoulder. The calf
is well and seems in a fair way to live
und grow.
A large rat crept stealthily behind
a robin on a street in Jersey Shore,
Pa., caught the bird’s neck in its
mouth and, despite the struggle of
the bird, got it safely into its hole
in the ground.
Among the treasures of the Haps-
hurgs in the Hofburg at Vienna is a
ciumsy thimble, engraved “A. V. W.,
1684.” It was fashioned of a silver
coin by some ingenious Dutchman,
who presented it to his lady love.
In connection with the suggestion
that the picture of John Paul Jones
be put on a postage stamp, it is men-
tioned that only two of our naval offi-
cers have ever appeared on postage
stamps. But this may be due to the
fact that our naval men are so hard
to lick.
Jethou Island, off which the steam-
ship Courier foundered, is by far the
smallest of the British Channel isl-
ands, and boasts the distinction of be-
irg the smallest inhabited island in
Kurope, having, indeed, only one
dwelling house upon it. It has a pop-
ulation of about seven souls.
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