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The absolute necessHiy of verifying theories by the observation of facts Is beautifully illustrated again. A re cent Issue of Science shows that the sea lions, which have fallen into dis repute with California fishermen be cause of their supposed fish devouring habits, do not, as a matter of fact, endanger the fishing industry at all. A critical examination of the stom achs of twenty-five slaughtered sea lions shows that they eschew Dsh al together and live mostly on squids and similar food. American owners, trainers, Jockeys and horses are getting many honors and prizes in England, France, Aus tria, Germany and elsewhere. James R. Keene, William C. Whitney, I'ierre Lorillnrd and William K, Vanderbilt are conspicuous among American owners of thoroughbreds who have seen their colors borne in triumph on the turf outside of their own country. And there are others, observes the New York Tribune. Yankee dash and spirit and enterprise in racing, as in many other things, know no ocean barriers, no obstacles of time or dis tance. Few turfmen of any other land have been bold and adventurous enough to send great stables oversea and to challenge the foremost foreign breeders and owners on their own grounds—ln their own preserves, so to speak. Answering a correspondent who, while not asserting that systematic education is a bar to business succors, yet uses again the familiar—and weari some—argument that many of tho magnates of industry and commerce are as short on letters as they are long on money. The Electrical World and Engineer sensibly remarks that before making deductions from this phenom enon one should remember that "the success of these men is rooted in the conditions of thirty and forty years ago—in a period when a college educa tion had for its object the fitting of young men for the so-called 'learned' professions or imparting to the sons of the wealthy and well-to-do the traditional academic culture having no direct utilitarian object." The result was that the college man of those days, having been educated out of sympathy wi h tho industrial aud com mercial spirit, was viewed askance by men of affa'rs and was really handi capped in the few instances when he turned his attentions to business. Tried Both "Ways. Some of the inmates of a Yorkshire nsjylum were engaged in sawing wood, and an attendant thought that one old fellow, who appeared to lie working as hard as anybody, had not much to show for' his labor. Approaching him the attendant soon discovered the cause of this. The old man bad turned his saw upside down, with the teeth in the air, aud was working away with the back of the tool. "Hero, I say, J ," remarked the attendant, "what are you doing? You'll never cut tho wood in that fashion. Turn the saw over!" The old man paused and stared con temptuously at the attendant. "Did ta iver try a saw this way?" he asked. "Well, no," replied the attendant. "Of course I haven't." "Then hod thy noise, mon,",wns the instant rejoinder. "I've tried both ways, I hev, and"—impressively—"this Is t' easiest."—London Spare Mo ments. England lins one clergyman to every CIO people; Ireland, one to every 1270. In the City of Mexico there are 1,071 private artesian wells and 11 public ones. This number will soon he increased, for, at the present time, many property owners in the neigh borhood of Guerrero axe having wells bored in their yards. New Zealand's cattle runs are lei by auction, for varying terms not ex ceeding 23 years. AN EVENING PRAYER. Life's opening voyage, Lord, Thou didst safely keen O'er childhood's sheltered bays; As now the tides of age around me creep. Protect my shortening days. Thou didst defend my youth when sped my bark Out toward the open sea; Aa I approach the shore, unknown and dark, Still guard and care for me. Becalred by idle "finds on placid seas, Th> ,4gil did not cease: Now tempests beat, and when I shrink from these, Impart uplifting pjace. Oh, make the port with me! Francis E. Pope, in the Boston Evening Transcript. MBBBBMBBBBRHnmBRMBBBBBMM J TTJE WRECK OF THE JOp ANDREWS { H BY HRTHUR WILLIS COLTON. jf| PROM the man who had done a a little of everything we heard this story of the great lakes: The John Andrews was a lumber barge going buck from Buffalo to Duluth. She was dingy and stupid to look at, as all barges are, and yet not an old boat, but In good condition and sitting high In the water by reason of the small cargo. There were grocer ies aboard, and some house furniture, four men to run her, and not much need for them when the weather was 6leepy. Barges do not often carry any mo tive power—only a bit of sail, you no tice, to help when the wind is aft, and for the rest they potter along behind a tugboat. As for me, I was going to Duluth on business not connected with barges, and was on a barge because the business was not pressing, and this method of travel seemed likely to be in teresting. It was so. Now the groceries were stowed for ward, the furniture amidships, and there was not much of either, as I said before. The eastward traffic on the lakes Is the larger In tonnage at all times, for the West sends raw mate rials and the East the product of facto ries. You know all about that. Finally the John Andrews came last in a tow of three, so that there was nothing of the tug to he seen; It was hidden by the big stern of the barge ahead, draw ing so slowly that the tow-rope sagged In the water between. Five men with less on their minds than we, on the Jolm Andrews, were that day, you could hardly find—the captain and the fellow who cooked, two deck-hands named Ilarly and Burns and myself, aud three were going to meet sudden death, and two to be But never mind, that's getting ahead too fast. It was all on a strip of blue water, which looked as innocent in my eyes that day as any water could look. No water looks lunocent to mo any more. We left Port Huron in the early morning, and when it came afternoon there were pudgy little clouds about the lower sky. I noticed over the Michigan shore that the clouds were moving from both sides to a point in the west, as if drawn by a magnet, and at that point, too, there was a spreading out of cloud into haziness, and a banking up of thicker haze from below. The breeze was moving west lightly. I knew nothing of weather; 1 merely thought It would rain. You can't think how peaceful and bright It seemed, tho tug being too far ahead to be heard. The deck-hand, Ilarly, was at the helm as a matter of form. The captain appeared to be asleep. Burns and the fellow who cooked loafed against the rail, and didn't say a word. When the wind is light and the sun shining the lake puts up little water hills with a diamond point on each, and If a man is relaxed and lazy all lie needs for entertainment is something to twinkle, shine and change before his eyes. That's your true theory of rest—to turn baby and be pleased with any bit of glitter aud jingle. I remember that Burns took his pipe from his moutli, nud said lie thought it might blow. Tho fellow who cooked allowed it might. I said, "Wind saves coal aud the tug gets the profit." Then there was silence, and I fell to looking at the glinting water again. Burns jumped and dropped his pipe, and said: "Well, I'll be shot! Cap, look here!" The captain rolled from ills bench, gave a glance at the sky, flung up ills hands, and fairly howled: "Get fore, you blazin' idiots! Stow that canvas! Don't you see what's eomlu'? Get fore!" And he showed in other ways that lie was stirred up. There was no more peace and con tentment on that boat. The three men piled down through the waist of the ship. I eluug to the rail and stared westward. I tell you, there was trouble collecting over there. To that point In the west the clouds on either side streamed like running water, and the centre grew dark like the mouth of a pit. Darkness shot out from that mouth higher nud higher, darkness in rags and streamers, darkness that thickened and boiled; out of it enmc a low mur mur, a growl, an increasing roar. The darkness twisted, whirled and folded into itself; it became like a living tongue that licked the grouud, a thing bulky above, tapering below; a wrig gling half-mile of thunder-cloud on beam-end run mad, raging, crazy. It bounded from the shore, struck the lake a mile away aud split it. The water went up like dust. On it came, aud on and oil. The sun went out. Harly left the wheel and dived down the galley stairs. I rolled under a bench fixed to the rail, and lay there afraid. One moment more and we When Joy, bright-winged, poised lightly on the prow Thou gently didst restrain; Though Softow often voyages with me now, My troubled soul sustain. When many ships were nigh and skies were bright, I knew Thy presence sweet; As one by one they vanish in the night, Draw near me, I entreat. Lord, Thou hast been companion, friend and guide O'er life's gnresting sea; "When Death, the gentle Pilot, stands be side, ware In darkness altogether, in tumult beyond hearing, air thick with pow dery water, crash, whirl, roar, shriek. The John Andrews heaved and spun around. I lost consciousness, never thinking to see the sun again. I don't know what time passed, but It could not have been long before I rolled from under the bench and sat up, moaning to myself and holding my head, not from any bodily pain, for I was not hurt, but It was as if my mind were wrenched, beaten and sore. The mist was thick and white and cold; the John Andrews rocked to and fro, creaking and groaning; why she was still a barge and not riding out the storm In pieces, I could not explain. The cyclone was gone, anyway, and had left us to the mist. Left us! I stared around blankly. The mist seemed to make a solid wall twenty feet away. To live through flint turmoil of lunatic elements would barely happen to more than one. There was nothing but bubbling and beating water to hear and white mist to see. "This won't do," I thought, and told myself to get up and look about, but I sat still, nevertheless, and shook all over and was afraid. Now I heard another sound, a crack ling, and saw a luminous place in the mist, and crept toward It as a baby creeps to any shining light. It was the doorway to the galley stairs. The smoke poured up through it, and It glowed from the brightness below. When a ship goes around like a top a stove doesn't stay unmoved. This one had set fire to the barge. To bo burned to death! F,- eboice I would rather have goue ballooning on a cyclone with the crew. There was no daze about me now. I jumped to my feet, had a passing glimpse out of my memory of Harly diving down those stairs, and knew that if there was any further chance of human com panionship for lr.e I must reach Harly. I put my arms up uselessly against the smoke and went down the stairs. The smoke was white like the mist above, but pleasant In so far as it was dry and hot, but It felt only warm be cause" of the chill in my flesh. The far end of the Interior was in a blaze. I stepped on something that slipped. I stooped and gripped Ilarly by tlic collar where he lay in a heap, having fallen so, and I plunged up the stairs dragging liim after me somehow. So I came out again Into the mist drag ging the limp weight, and quite blank iu my brain as to what I should do, but it was instinct to get as far from the fire as I could. So I weut, with Harly on my shoul der, down into the ship's waist where the water was breast-high or near it, and swashing the chairs and tables about. I judged they were well bro ken up, but did not care to see; and from there I carried Harly up to the forward deck, which was a flat sur face forty feet across with only the mast and a hatch or trap-door break ing the planking. The mast had be come a splintered stump, the planking was gone. I spread narly out on that deck. There was a cut on his head, but he was alive, aud I thought there might he water enough in the air to bring him to. Anyway, if the John An drews were to burn it seemed common sense to make a raft. There was com monly an axe under the bench by the wheel, so I went down again into the black water, with- its scum of broken furniture thrashing about. How the tire was gaining I could tell by the great glow in the mist. I dodged the boat by the galley door, and went along by the rail; the smoke was com ing up through the planks. The axe was in its place. The find ing of it consoled me greatly, and I waded hack, gripping it and thinking, "Here's some one who won't drown or burn if he knows himself," feeling grim also in my mood, so that though I found Harly sitting up, I said nnih ing to him, hut fell to knocking up planks. lie seemed dazed a little, and was wiping the blood from Ills face. "Chopping her up?" "Yes." "Why?" "Ou fire." "Oh!" That was all we said. I got up four planks with the nails sticking to them, aud nailed them together in a square. If you keep on nailing planks to gether, In the end you will get a raff not comfortable in a choppy sea, but shipwrecked people have uo right to he comfortable. I thought myself smart to see things so clearly and find so simple away of dealing with shipwrecks and I thought poorly of Harly to be doing nothing hut stare down Into the waist of the ship and at the glow beyond In the mist; no sort of a sailor, seeing the? barge might go down uny minute. I said: "Look liore, Harly, If you float on my raft, you help make her." "Terrible lot of water below here," he replied, after a time. "There's a dining-room table floating around right side up under my feet." Then I thought I bad to do with as idiot, and went on hammering planks. It was no time to argue, for shortly there came a forward movement of the John Andrews, and I knew what is the feel of a sinking ship—lt makes your stomach go into a knot. I ran and caught Harly by the collar, and cried, "She's sinking!" "Sink nothing. Let go my collar!" he said. "She ain't sinking. There's water coming. 'Twill put out the fire." The calmness of him staggered me; he might be right. "Why won't she sink?" "All wood. Wood don't sink 'less It's waterlogged. Where was you brought up? She's nothing but a raft, this here John Andrews. What you want to make another for? Why, look! If she settles enough to put the fire out, that's good. If she don't, let Iter burn. She can't burn past the waist, which is mostly under water, anywijy. Stands to reason, don't it? No. Fact," he ended, with heavy sarcasm, "you might say it seldom does." Now according vo shipwrecks as I had heard of them, when a ship settles she goes down. Anyway, it makes a man nervous to watch her settle, hold ing only to another's man's theory that she won't sink. Even if he knows she won't, he's more or less afraid she will. I went and sat on my raft Harly pretended he thought it all very ordi nary. "There's canned things below," be said. "Fact. There's deviled ham and canned peaches and cold soup. Fact. Here's what gets 'em." He slipped over the side of the groat hole I had made in the deck, and I heard him splash in shallow water, grunting a little at that. The John Andrews did not settle at our end at first, but rose so far as I could see in the mist she might have been riding altogether. Harly put his head up. "Sink! Sink nothing. She's going np like one of them Sunday-school angels," and dropped again. I could plainly hoar the whistle and hiss of steam, and knew that the tire was being put out. I judged now that it burned down from the port-holes till stopped above water-Uue. After that the water would come in but slowly for a time, till as the stern sank It would come in faster and faster, and naturally as the stern sank the prow went up, but she couldn't stay up there forever like a forsaken old kite. You notice that barges have high decks fore and aft, and that the sides run low between. So that when the stern of the John Andrews sank deep it began to pour into the waist In riv ers with a great noise. The prow dropped, and the water rushing for ward spouted on the fore-deek. Harly came up pretty wet and scared, hut he had his shirt full of tins. The John Andrews settled slowly, you might say inch by inch, the black, tumbling water coming nearer us up the side. It made me fidgety, that's the truth. Down we sank till the water lay over the sides of the ship's middle, maybe two feet, and then stopped. Harly said, "I told you so. Fact. I did," and began chiseling at tins with his jack-knife. "That there, raft of yours, that's a fancy steam yacht, that is. Fact." All the same, lie was sit ting on my raft, and he didn't chisel tins till the John Andrews quit set tling. We felt better, of course, and ate near a eau of tinned meat apiece, and drank peach juice out of its natural can, and some kind of cold soup. "Trouble with you," said Ilarly—he had a can of peaches In his hand and his knees hunched up under his chin— "trouble with you is them novels about the Pacific Ocean. Laud! I don't read anything else myself." The night came on very dark, with hours a week long, and some hundred or more of them. It's well enough not to he drowned or burned, hut to be cold and wet and sleepless isn't real happiness. We lay close together shiv ering. and told everything we knew or remembered to make the time pass by. Harly said the current set east, what there was of it, and we might drift to Cauada in a day or two, If the tnist didn't rise before and let some craft sight us, hut we might not drift ashore anywhere, and the mist might not rise. Never mind about the rest of the night. It wasn't a success. Morning came and we looked longingly for the mist to rise, hut it didn't. We were miserable, cold, discouraged, hut in time wo felt the sun through the fog gratefully, and I fell asleep at last, stretched flat on the deck. I woke to hear a low roaring and to see Harly standing over me. "Going ashore?" he asked, coolly. I sat up and stared, and knew the roaring to be the surf, although noth ing could be seen but the white mist. "How ?" "Raft," said Harly. "Good idea of yours. Fact." The John Andrews was tilted so that the lower side was a few feet from the water. The lake was still rough, the water dismal and black. Harly fell to chopping a plank, and made what might be called paddles. We slid the raft along, heaved up one side and over with it. It started away on strikfng the water, but he jumped ou It aud paddled It back, and we set to work getting away from that weary •old wreck in silence. Only once Harly stopped and pointed back. "They were a decent sort," he said. "The captain and Burns?" "And the cook, nnd the John An drews. That was their luck. Fact. This here's ours." The surf wet us well, but the shore was near, nearer than it seemed be cause of the mist. We touched sandy bottom, waded out and saw dimly a man bailing a catboat high on the beach, who turned and stared at us. "Well!" he said. "Now, where'd you come from?" For no doubt we seemed to come like ghosts out of the mist | which hid the lake, with noting to ac count for us. "Raft come ashore. Fact," said Ilarly, and we went right on to Kin cardine, in Canada. "No good explainin' things to folks," said Hariy to me. "Wear a man's Jaw out that way. Fact," and I know that this true yarn of the John Andrews was never told before.—Youth's Com panion. MONUMENT TO A HORSE. Granite Shaft Erected by a Grateful Man to a True Friend. The Seattle Post-Intelligencer says: On one of the highest spots in Lake View Cemetery stands a granite shaft which was erected by a grateful man to mark the resting place of a true friend. An inscription on the northern side of this monument reads: "In Ad versity Faithful." The shaft was erected by W. Irving Wadleigh. It marks the grave of his horse Buck. Few monuments have ever raised greater controversy than this. Passers by read the inscription on the faces of the stone. On the southern side is engraved: "BUCK." Jlv Favorite Cattle Horse. Died September 20, ISB4. Aged 18 Years and G Months. On the eastern side is: "For thirteen years my trusty compan ion in blackness of night, in storm, sun shine and danger." On the north side are the words: Corraled In Adversity Faithful. There are those who criticise, and some harsh words have been said by a few. The greater majority, so the sexton says, are touched by the sen timent All wouder what the story may be. Mr. Wadleigh, who erected the monument is well known among Seat tle's pioneers. In 1871 he first saw Buck In Portland. The horse was a magnificent sorrel—a thoroughbred. He stood fifteen hands high, and, ac cording to the story, was Mr. Wad leigh's constant companion for many years, through prosperity and adver sity. Pennsylvania Weasels. Possibly few who read of "king's robes of royal ermine" appreciate that the rightful and first possessors of the beauteous coat is sometimes a deni zen of the Keystone State. It may be that some subtle force suggested to turn-coat monarchs to choose the pelt of this animal for their own. In fact, during the greater portion of the year the ermine is a plain egg-sucking weasel. As winter comes on he as sumes a white coat, with a black tipped tail. Putolus noveboracensls, as the sci entist calls the weasel or ermine, ranges from North Carolina way up into Canada. It is rare, however, to take ermine or white-coated weasels in Pennsylvania, although two speci mens have just been received at the Academy of Natural Sciences from Sullivan County. In fact, south of Pennsylvania the weasel never changes color In winter, and this fact goes far to substantiate the theory of protective coloration. Thus, when snow covers the ground, the white er mine become nearly invisible, while in his weasel's guise during the Bum mer ho is not nearly so conspicuous as he would be did he wear his white coat all the year round. Another Interesting fact is that, while the animals that live in the North always change color, yet those In the South do not, the reason being that their white color would net pro tect, but destroy, them, as there is almost no snow in the South.-Phila delpliia Record. Ticked For Four Ilundred Years. A burgh that possess™ a clock four centuries old many fairly claim a respectable measure of antiquity. Such Is the boast of Musselburgh, the ancient and evil-smelling neighbor of Edinburgh. This week, however, the clock Las ceased to go, and in due course will find a resting place in the town museum. It well deserves thus to bo preserved, for it told the time to the Duke of Somerset and his army, so far back as 1547, when on the field of Pinkie, hard by, they tried to force the Scots to give their young Queen Mary in marriage to Edward VI. of England. Prince Charlie and his Highlanders, too, marched under it In 1745 to do battle with Sir John Cope at the neighboring village of Prestonpans.—London Chronicle. Bird's Nest in Cromwell's Cannon. The gun which Cromwell placed In Ihe Curfew Tower of Windsor Castle when he held the royal residence has been turned to a peculiarly domestic use. A pair of starlings have this nesting season brought up a fine brood of youug in the old weapon. The guu, which was put in its position to com mand Windsor Bridge in case of a royalist attack from Eton, points from the upper story of the tower, and peo ple walking in Thames street far be low have watehed with Interest the anxious devotion of the old birds in teaching their young to come out of the mouth of the gun to take lessons in flying.—Pall Mall Gazette. Florida's Lovely Ladles. Just after the fire the ladles of Jacksonville had a woe-begone and rumpled look. It is not the least proof of our immediate recovery that their smiles kave come back, and they shine like the rose with the dew upon it—Florida Times-Union Citizen. REMARKABLE SALT DEPOSIT. ! *t li One of the Mont Wonderful Sight! of California. Few readers of the Scientific Ameri can had heard of the sea of Salton up to 1892. At this time the Colorado river broke its barriers and flowed into the desert of California, flooding it to an extent of hundreds of square miles. In the vicinity of Salton was' one of the largest salt deposits in America; the water encroached upon it, and for a time threatened the in dustry, but after creating an excite ment which spread over the entire west, it receded. The rumor was to the effect that the new sea was so vast that it would change the climate of southern California. The deposit of salt at Salton is one of the sights of California. It lies in a depression almost 300 feet below 'f the sea level, and was at some time in the past the bed of a sea, or exten sion of the Gulf of California. From the train, which passes near by, the ( tract looks like a vast snow field, and in the early morning is frequently the scene of beautiful mirage effects. The salt deposit, which is essentially rock salt, covers about 1000 acres, and is at present the centre of interest on ac- , count of the dispute of rival com-* panies over the possession of the property. The company in possession has shipped from this place annually about' 2000 tons of salt, valued at from $6 to $34 per ton, according to quality. The outfit of the salt mine consists mainly of a crusher, a drying building and a dummy line from the salt beds to the Southern Pacific railroad, not far distant. The work i 3 carried on mainly by Indians, who can Withstand the intense heat of the desert—lso degrees in June—and the glare better than white men. The work is interest ing and novel. The drying hpuse is a building GOO feet in length, about which hundreds of thousands of tons of salt are heaped, having all the appearance of snow. Here the salt is dried and milled. The salt is collected at first with a plow—a singular machine with four wheels, in the centre of which sits an Indian guiding it; the motive power is a dummy engine some dis tance away, which hauls the plow along by cables. As it passes, the steel breaker is seen.to cut a broad but shallow furrow, eight feet wide and three feet long, throwing up the ridges on either side. Indians now follow along, and with hoes pile up the salt in pyrimidal forms, which later is transported to the mill. Each plow harvests 700 tons of salt per day. A singular feature of this bed is that the salt is being deposited daily by springs which run into the basin, and as the water evaporates it leaves a crust of almost pure chloride of sodi um, which ranges from 10 to 20 inches in thickness, over the lake. It will be seen that there is no danger of ex hausting the supply, which is form ing all the time; and, in point of fact, the plows have in the past years worked almost continually over the r same area, only about 10 acres having been plowed. The salt, when delivered at the plant, is hoisted to the upper floor, and placed in a bulkhead breaker, where it is reduced to particles of the same size. It then passes through a burr mill and is well ground. After this it Is sifted and is finally passed through an aspirator, which cleanses it of all foreign material, when it is ready for packing in bags. The salt is used for a variety of purposes, and is of several different grades, the lowest being un refined—a product called hide salt, used in manufactories. Large quanti ties are sold for sea bathing purposes, a certain amount producing a very similar chemical equivalent to sea wa ter. Other grades are prepared for ta ble. dairy and for the use of druggists. —Scientific American. Flrt Horn Children Stvnnceftt. It would seem that first born cliil- riren excel later-born children In height and weight, says Arthur Mac- Donald, in Everybody's Magazine. This may be due to the greater vigor of the mother at the birth of the first child. We are reminded of a fact, mentioned later, that out of 50 great men of this century, 30 percent were the youngest sons. In England it was found that growth degenerates as we go lower In the social scale, there being a difference of even five inches in height between the best and worst fed classes in the community. An investigation of 10.000 children in Switzerland showed that children born in summer are taller for their age than those born in winter; as a majority of children in the public schools are poor, in winter their par ents are forced to economize more on account of expense of heating; their rt* rooms are also liable to be small and * poorly ventilated, while in summer* they are out in the fresh air; food is cheaper and more varied. The in fluence of unhealthy conditions on a very young child would he much great er than when it is older and better able to resist them. Tlie Apprrrlatlve Bnnton L<ly. Miss A , who is a teacher of Eng l'sh in a school of high rank in her na tive state, Mississippi, and who, in spite of her vivacity in conversation, is perhaps, if anything, too fastidious in her choice of words, was spending the summer at the New York Chau tauqua. Her flow of spirits made her the delight of the dining table at which she was first seated; but at the end of a fortnight she was moved by her landlady to another place. A lady from Boston, who had been sit ting opposite the southerner ex pressed her regret at the change. "I'm ' . so sorry you are going to leave us " A I she said, with warmth, "we have all enjoyed your dialect so much."—Har per's Magazine
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