THE SALTINC. The sun sinks slowly down the west, The mountains shade to deeper blue. Day swiftly glides unto the breast Of evening, fresh with summer dew, "Whoo kie! Whoo kie!" The glad young voice rings out eo free; If you raise your eyes you will surely sec j How the cattle hasten at the refrain, In glad response to the welcome strain That ever sounds with the salting. That call brings back the long ago; The evening bird sings sweet and low. She walks again with girlish pride J Tor handsome lover at her side f "Whoo kie! Whoo kie!" "Over the hills it comes to me. My eyes are dim, but I surely see The form so loved, when the glad refrain, Calls again in the welcome strain," That ever sounds with the salting. —Mary A. lvirkup, in the Des Moines llegister and Leader. "> j The Feat of an Amateur, j By F. W. Crissman. j IS / A jr Y sister Florence lins tvon \ /I considerable success as an {\/ I umateurpliotograpber. I.ast Q year, with a mountain scene showing n herd of deer grazing nt the timber-line, she took a prize given by an association of amateur photographers. She ruined a walking suit in climb ing, crawling over sticks and stones' and through dirty wash-outs, but the prize was twenty-five dollars and a second-best diploma, and the glory well, I must say that Florence waa a little hard to live with for a few days. She is naturally modest and good natured enough, though, and was re duced to the ranks in due season. Black Hook Ranch, our home, with lots of children, is a pure democracy, at least in principle. Of late, however, Florence lias really performed a feat so notable that we ennnot ignore her claim to distinction. The worst of it is, she has never once bragged of her performance, and when the subject is mentioned by any one, she turns it aside with an air of being bored, and says it was nothing but what any amateur with a camera would have done. Such a thing is not to be be lieved of every one, though, and it is just this air of calm superiority to praise that Ford, Fanny and I find hard to get along with. We have read and heard that people who have performed heroic actions or notable achievements become very humble and modest at home when their deeds have received public recog nition. So it is with some hope of re ducing Florence to her normal status that I undertake to tell of her adven ture exactly as it happened. l ast August Florence, Ford. Fanny find I went as usual to Shoshone Peaks for tiie raspberry picking. In these excursions we drive a stout spring wagon, and carry a tent and a canning outfit. High np among the juniper bush and shrub pine of the Siioslior.es grow fields of red raspberries—berries half as big as a man's thumb, juicy as strawberries and luscious to the taste. This fruit is so abundant that birds and beasts do not visibly diminish the supply. Our berry camp of an evening, with lis glowing pine-wood fire, its big heat ing kettle giving out the odor of sim mering fruit, and two berry-stained girls moving about among pots and Jars and packing crates, is a pleasant place for Ford and me: and the girls enjoy it as much as we do. Florence and Fanny help in picking berries, although Florence always car ries a camera under her arm. She has thus secured excellent photographs, nt close range, of pine-hens, sage-grouse, whistling hares and other mountain birds and animals. One clay she got a fine snap shot of an oik which trotted by within a few yards of her. There are a good many bears in these mountains, but as they never attack people unless directly provoked, we do not fear them; and as landmarks are perfectly defined all about out* camp, we take 110 pains to keep to gether. Each one of its, In fact, can do better work alone. Thus it happened that Florence was alone when she encountered a big grizzly at close quarters. She was a half-mile or so from camp and sitting at rest with two buckets filled with berries, when she heard a great splash ing of water in the channel of a small brook near nt hand. The sounds came from some rods below, and she jumped at the conclu sion that an elk had come down to drink, na the day was very warm. So she took her camera from its ease, and slipped down into the crooked, ditch-like channel. As sha could sec no animal there, si;: stole softly down-stream, stepping upon boulders which wore thickly strewn in the shallow little runlet. The crooked ditch deepened as she ad vanced, and the sun's rays beat hot upon tiie stones at the bottom. After several turns of the brook, she eante suddenly upon the object of her scorch—not an elk, but an enormous grizzly bear, wallowing in a pool of water bold by a dam of boulders. The water came to its raid-sides, and the animal floundered about, cooling its parched hide in this refreshing bath. On catching slgiu of Florence, the grizzly gave a grunt of surprise, and reared itself upon the boulders to stare at her; and there the animal stood, after a shake of its loose skin, uneasy at the presence of an intruder, yet ap parently neither angered nor afraid. Naturally Florence feared danger nt such close quarters, hut she knew that running would avail her nothing if the boar chose to attack, riuckily, there fore, site stood her ground, at less tlian fifteen steps, and took two or three snap shots in quick succession, or at least as quickly as she could roll the camera's film into position. Then, as the grizzly refused to retire and still showed no disposition to at tack, Florence began leisurely to back away. She had made but a careful step or two when site iieard a rnckct in the bushes almost above her bead, and an instant Inter, just behind her, another bear descended the precipitous bank of the channel. He slid down backward, and alighted with a splash in the brook! This bear or big cub was not more than half as large as the other, but it was very near Florence, and ' very much startled at the apparition of a girl in a blue dress. It crowded against the creek bank and showed its teeth, evidently expecting immediate attack, and growled and whimpered, as much In alarm as in anger. This stirred the old bear to wrath, and poor Florence, standing in a nar row channel between the angry mother and the formidable cult, dared not move a foot in either direction. She might have dared to try passing the smnll bear, but she knew the old one would leap at her instantly. She stood upon two big boulders, slightly elevated above the bears, and astride n little channel of the brook. She kept her position, and although her heart beat so loudly that it sound ed In her ears like the tattoo of a drum, she controlled her agitation, and turned her camera first upon one and then the other of tiie threatening griz zlies, until she had exhausted all the exposures upon the film. While she was doing this she noted that the grizzlies were growing more and more angry, and that the smaller one, hugging an earth bank within five or six steps of her, had its nose and jaws stained red with the juice of berries, which seemed to heighten the ferocity of its expression. Tiie photographing, which occupied but a few moments, seemed to clear her brain, and she looked swiftly about, seeking in vain for some line of ascent up the steep banks. The bears increased their threats and yng gerings until the little canyon roured with the horrid noise. Florence felt sure the old dam was about to pounce upon her, and as a last resort, she stooped, laid her cam era behind one of the boulders upon which she stood, and then suddenly dropped at full length into the narrow crevice between them. The water in this small runway was a foot or more in depth, and Florence sank upon the bottom with only her face and lloating skirt at the surface. She was completely hidden from the bears, and to her great relief their threatenings quickly ceased, and pres ently the cub leaped fairly over her body on its wny'to join Its dam. Two or three minutes later Florence dared to peep over the rocks, and find ing tiie coast clear, crawled out and mail., her way to camp, where, after telling her story, she became a heroine indeed. Six photographs enlarged to real pic ture size mid handsomely framed now hang in the dining-room at Black Ilock ltanch. Three of these pictures show a great grizzly standing at gaze upon some rocks, and two others show the same bear in different attitudes of fierce threat. The remaining one dis plays, in shadow, a bear crowding against an earth bank and showing its teeth like an animal at bay. It is cer tainly a notable collodion of photo graphs. Recently, at a social gathering, my mother related the story of "The I-ady or the Tiger;" and some one proposed the conundrum, "What would Florence Crissmnu do in such a case?" With one voice all the company shouted, "Photograph the tiger!" I think such tilings arc enough to spoil anv girl.— Youth's Companion. An Kllgjneer's Experience. "The superstition about owls Is a wonderful thing," said an old railroad engineer, "and if I had not been in clined to be superstitious about the birds the engine I was riding one night would have been knocked into smith ereens and the passengers in the coaches might itave fared very badly. 1 am not always superstitious, but I am particularly so about owls. But I like the creatures, for one certainly saved my life. The Incident occurred 011 a very dark night, xhe train was running at full speed. We were run ning on a straight line, and there was nothing for the fireman and myself to do but to look directly ahead and let lit ;■ run. I had been looking intently for an hour, when something flew into the cat). It struck the coal pile and fell back dead. It was a great gray owl. Within less time than it takes to tell it I began to think that the owl was a bad omen, and I stopped the train immediately. I cannot Euy what made me feel so, but I was sure ; hat death was ahead. I descended and walked to a switch that was a short dislnuce ahead of us. It was open anil a long train of empty freight ears was on it. I had the owl stuffed, and since that timo he has had n place in the cab of my engine. I owe my life to the superstition about owls, and if another one strikes my engine 1 will close tiie throttle nt once."—Mew Orleans Times-Democrat, ISyzar.tino Londnn, Arc "Wo to have a Byzantine period ID London, asks the Westminster Gazette. The big Byzantine cathedral at West* minster is approaching completion; and now the redecoration of St. James's Hall, which has just been completed, has transformed it from Moorish more or less—to Byzantine, with deep rod wall-panels, subdued green and gold tints predominating in the color scheme, ceiling panels of Byzantine ' design in green, yellow and cream, j '.modeled plaster balustrades in place of I the old iron ones, and windows of I iloisonue glass. FILIAL PIETY IN CHINA. A r.an<l in IVhlclt tlio Fifth Command ment is Observed. China has many faults and failings. But lack of reverence for age, and es pecially of respect for parents, is not one of them, says the Shanghai Mer cury. The conscience of the people is so sensitive on the point that the un tllial son is considered a monster even in the lowest ranks of life. From tlie earliest youth the Chinese child is taught respect for his elders and reverence for his parents. This does not prevent him from being quite as willful in his way as his Western contemporary, and sometimes'more so. Inasmuch as his value as a means of continuing not only the family name, but the family ancestral worship, give him an exaggerated value in his pa rents' eyes of which he is not slow to avail himself. lie then acts as a spoiled boy acts elsewhere, and makes himself the world-wide nuisance of his kind. And this, of course, in spite of the teaching of all the sages, and not withstanding the twenty-four stories of filial piety with which he is regaled as soon as he can read the character. He knows of Wu Meng, for example, the son of poor parents who could not afford to buy mosquito curtains, and he reads, with his tongue in his cheek, how this model youth acquired a last ing name by going to lie down In his parents' bed sometime before their hour for retiring, in order that the mosquitoes might gorge themselves on his blood and leave his parents alone. It Is to be feared that there is few Wu Mengs in these days. The more amenable child, however, would even now imitate the example of Huang Ting-kien, who did with his own hands menial service for his fa ther and mother, though he had at tained the highest offices in the State, and there are many Chinese women to day who would not hesitate to keep alive an aged mother-in-law with milk from their own breasts, even as Ts'ai Shi did ages ago. rhlladelpMa's Old Clothed. Philadelphia is said to do a bigger business in old clothes, says the New York Commercial—that is, of course, in cast-off or second and third hand clothes of men—than any other city on the American Continent. It is the cen tre of the trade in the East, and the buyers of New York—men with their bags from Canal, Ilester and Baxter streets—and from all over the Middle States "work" the City of Brotherly Love for old clothes every business day of the year. The outsiders number nearly 000 on an average. The capital invested in the old clothes trade of Philadelphia aggregates $3,500,000. There are about 1000 flourishing retail stores, and the average value of their stocks is set by experts in the trade at S3OOO. Each of a half dozen stores carries goods valued jit $15,000 or $20,- 000. Each store gives employment to three persons on an average—the pro prietor, his wife and the "busheler." or mender. In all there are fully 3000 in the retail shops. Tho German-English Tons"**. Here is an example of that study of foreign languages which is asserted to be among the foundations of German commercial progress: A gentleman, by whose courtesy wo are able to publish it, says the London Daily News, re ceived it in reply to a question about the manufacture of surgical bandages addressed to a German firm: Sirs—With attendot we regret us to informes jou, that we to build already twelves years a Bandage-Cutting and Boiling Machine as speciallydet. The greats preferals to the same, quick and neat work, to have these machine maked worrhfully for all Mauui'actorys of Bandages, Hospitals and Sickness-houses thus that we till this day already over 500 pieces to sell can. It shall us to be agreeable, when too jou should have Interest for this ma chine and we are fond willing to in formed jou further.—Jours faithfully. Deceitful Slieep. Out at the abattoir the "pets" among the sheep may be distinguished by their superior height and shapeliness and by the intelligence of their ex pression. The pets are murderers. In the other pens sheep come and go by thousands to the slaughter, but the pets remain. They are trained to lead their fellows to death, and tliey do this work well, for they liave, by reason of their strength, intelligence and beau ty, a great iuilueuee. When the butch ers of tile abattoir wish to slaughter a llock of sheep word is passed to the pets, and they Indifferently, calmly saunter in among the liock, gain their confidence and esteem, and then take their places at their head, and lend them to tlio slaughter house. The blood-stained and murderous pets have more than one unslieeplikc quality. They eat pretzels and pie and drink beer.—Philadelphia Record. A N©w-Fonnl Apollo. Travelers passing through Paris, says the Westminster Gazette, should not fail to inspect the easts of recent archi tectural finds at Delphi. Among the most curious of these is an Apollo, date 0000 years B. C., with long. Egyptian like curls. There is also a very curious bronze statue of the winner in a chariot race, same date, besides many torsos and fragments of remarkable strength, showing much anatomical truth. A small native temple lias been excavated in almost a perfect condition. Imitation Sea Water. Experiments made last year seemed to indicate that sea water could not he imitated, hut in a later trial pure water mixed In correct proportion with the six elilef salts of the ocean sup ported sensitive marine animals, and appeared to have the physiological ef fects of natural sea water. f©UR BUDGET j JJ OF HUMOR. 1 I '■ HI in 11 mr A Fair Juggler* Viola is a juggler fair, As vou can plainly see. She always keeps us in the air, And we're not one, two three. And when she drons a chap or two, It surely is no joke To find she gets a man that's new, Because: the old one's broke! —Sam Stinson, in The Era. Passive. "Did he get married?" "Not 'get,' 'was;' she and her mother arranged It."—Detroit Free Press. Heal Caustic. "Is she pretty?" "Why, man alive, lier father's worth forty millions; of course she's pretty!" —New Yorker. Tlie College Yell and the Conrl actor. Do Style—"Where did the hoys ac quire that beautiful college yell?" Guinbustn—"They merely repeat the stations as heard from the conductor on tlio local train."—New York Sun. Pleasant Occasions. Ethel—"What do 3'ou talk about at the Browning Club meetings, any way?" Maude "Oh, almort everything but Browning."—Somerville (Mass.) Jour nal. Preference. "You say that young woman compli mented my singing," he exclaimed anxiously. "In away," the young woman re plied: "she said she would rather hear you try to sing than try to converse." Proof Positive. & /-Q 1 * m Lady—"You say you were a soldier anil a hero in tiie late war?" Tramp—"Yes'm." Lady—"How can you prove your bravery?" Tramp—"Give me a match and I'll light your gasolene stove for you."— Chicago Record-Herald. Cnraldino's Preference. Mother—"lf you are a good girl, Ger aldine, I will consent that you shall have another piece of cake." Geraldine "I would prefer, maw, that j'ou should make that indulgence dependent on the cake's being good."— ltichmond Dispatch. Significance. "When a man writes poetry to a girl it's a prett3* good sign that he truly loves her, isn't it?" "Not necessarily," answered Miss Ca.veune. "It may be that lie merely happened to think of a lot of words that rhyme with her name."—Wash ington Star. Deficient. "Possibly that boy of yonrs will at tain wealth as a pugilist," said the neighbor in a comforting tone. "I don't think so," answered the pa rent. "He's wonderfully handy with his lists, hut he doesn't amount to any thing whatever In tho debating so ciety."—Washington Star. Not Uaetl to It. "So, Mr. Borden, you dined out yes terda3*," said Mrs. Starvum, sneering at the chronic kicker across the break fast table. "I hope you got enough to eat." * "Gracious! No." replied he. "I didn't dare take enough for fear it would make me sick."—Philadelphia Press. Where They Fall Down. Smith—"Women are rapidly assum ing all the positions formerly occupied by men." Jones—"Yes, but there is one voca tion in which they fail to score." Smith—"What is that?" Jones "Soliciting life insurance. They invariably talk a man to death before getting him insured."—Chicago News. A Cool Dam..tor. "Lady," said Meandering Mike, "de greatest pleasure dat I could find in life would be to chop some wood for you " "I don't want any wood chopped." "Or carry some water from de spring " "I've got a well right at the kitchen door." "Or shoo de cows from de pasture—" "I haven't any cows. We buy our milk." "Well, lady, I've made these guesses about what I could do to help you along. Now it's your turn. An' I don't mind givin' you a small hint dat victuals an' clothes 'll he purty near de answer. It's a niec game, lady, an' I tink you're goiu' to he lucky."—Wash* luto Star. j A NATURAL RETRIEVER; Tils Dog, Afier ITacttalog on Hoots, Stnl. a llaby. My present hunting companion Is a fifteen-months-old English setter of good breeding and much sense. The man from whom I bought him said he was a "natural retriever," and I guess he knew. At first he ran to old lioms. It was part of my "morning's devotion" to gather up the accumula tion of old boots from the lawn. After getting together quite a pile of hoots, he turned tils attention to collecting old hats. Where to throw the hats was a problem, so I cut off a small sapling about six feet from the ground, sharp ened the end and jammed the hats down on It. This was to prevent Ids ringing in the same hat twice on me. Blessed if I didn't go out there one morning and find Dash on his hind legs trying to put a derby on tho pole. Ills next efforts were given to tin car.s, all shapes and sizes. This got to be such a nnlsaneo that I was constrained to interview him with a switch when ever a new (old) can appeared on the premises. One day I noticed him coming home with something in his mouth, as usual. Ills lips were skinned up and he wore n most disgusted expression of coun tenance, all caused by the fumes of n nearly new and recently smoked briar wood pipe, which he had "swiped" somewhere. Then he brought home a muskrat, a ldg mud turtle whose legs were sprawling around as turtle's legs will, children's dolls, big rubber halls— in fact, everything portable that came to his notice. One day last spring I saw him com ing across the snow bringing some thing that looked peculiar, which proved to be a large fur cape. It seems that a neighbor In calling at a nearby house had taken off her cape and left It in the baby carriage on the piazza. Dash happened along and took a fancy to It. Last Sunday afternoon while on my piazza lazily dreaming the time away there came to my vision a woman trundling a rosy-cheeked baby. "The Ghost" (for so wo call Dash for short, as he Is almost all white) was dancing around the outfit, first looking at the woman, then at the baby in the car riage. The thought flitted through my mind that the old lady hail better watch out or she would lose the baby, ind sure enough, in about five minutes, back came Dash toting the baby in his mouth. lie had her balanced just right, carrying her by the loose folds of her dress, and without hurting her a bit. He was proud as a peacock, head and tnil up and stepping high. The stork had always skipped our house, although good to our neigh bors, and I suppose the dog noticed the deficiency and did his best to rem edy It. My, but didn't that old lady kick!— Forest and Stream. Crnsg llouseH of Indians. Among the most interesting features of Southern Oklahoma, says the Chi cago Chronicle, are the remains of the ?rnss houses formerly built by the Wichita Indians, who to a certain ex tent keep up their novel mode of archi tecture to tlio present dny. The grass Is gathered early in the spring, when it is yet fresh. The sod cutting usually takes place immediately after a rain, the sod being removed to the thickness of about eight inches. Buffalo grass sod is the only kind that will answer the purpose of the builder. He com mences to lay the foundation as does tiie stone mason, digging away the earth to a depth of about a foot. Tlio grass portion of the hunks of sod is laid to the outside and the house is built to a height of twelve to fifteen feet in the form of a pointed dome. There is no hole in the top for smoke to pass out, the latter being carried away through a pipe outside of the hut. The door is usually in the south and there are no windows. Through each tuft of sod Is run a willow reed string, and these strings are bound clear around the structure. The grass remains green and will grow if there is plenty of rain. It Is not at all un common to see the sides of tiiese grass houses turn green as spring approaches, lust as do the pastures near thoui. The houses are very warm in winter and cool in summer. They never leak. Tnunel Jumping in Chlcngo Navigation. Chicago tugmen view mournfully the passing of one of their favorite diver sions through removal of the top of the old cofferdam of the Washington street tunnel. For years "tunnel jumping" has been u feature of river towing. In "jumping" tile Washing ton street tunnel tugs, witli a free river before them, have shot over tho tunnel, dragging a -100-foot vessel with 150,000 bushels of grain or 4000 tons of coal behind them. To get over the cofferdam the big ships have been forced fifteen or eighteen Inches out of water, their keels resting on the dam while the propellers and tugs forced tliem across and Into deep water. Sev enteen feet below the surface two divers worked all day to cut away the timbers of tho cofferdam. The flow of tlio river was stopped for a time while they worked.—Chicago Tribune. Tlie Italmoral Kstate. Very few people are aware, says the Dundee News, that when Queeii Vic toria purchased the Balmoral estate she was not the first of her race who owned it. The earliest appearance of Bouehmorale, as it was originally called, on record shows it to have been the property of James 11. of Scotland, which wjs when Master Richard dc Forbes, a Canon of Aberdeen, delivered his accounts on 11th July, 1451. For over a hundred years Balmoral be longed to members of the royal family and eamo again to tho sovereign fifty years ago by purchase from the Duke of Fife's father. It comprises about 11,000 acres, extends from the Dee tc the summit of Loehnagar, Balmoral is a compound Gaelic word, signifying the house by the big cliff or rock. | ■ THE REAL THINC. ' rh re That flolR: in the stream of style, And some of these pots, They are pretty tough lots. Though they lloat with a satisfied smile. And woe to the pot that is made out of Who*dares to join in with the throng, If the book that is blue Doesn't recognize you, You will float—l don't think very long. In fact, I don't think the old saints, if N they could. Would care to mix up with these pots. Brass, China and Delf, On the old kitchen shelf, Have a happier time of it—lots. And the 400 pots, in the social swim. Many thanks to paint, powder and pride. May look like a dream, As they float down the stream, Cut they're horribly battered, inside. —James Clarence Harvey, in Life. "A speculatorr* "Yes; same thing. He's getting married on nothing at all." —Detroit Free Press. Fudge—"Poor fellow, he owes his death to deadly gasoline." Judge— "Gasoline, auto or stove?"— Baltimore Herald. Of all sweet words of tongue or pen That woman can bestow The sweetest words to her arc when She says: "I told you so!" —Philadelphia Record. "What kind of a stove did the pre historic man use?" asked little Ostend. "Probably he used a mountain range." —Philadelphia Record. Archibald—"Penelope Griggs is going to be married." Arthur—"Gracious! Who's going to marry her?" Archi bald—"l am."—Detroit Free Press. She could have carried him with ease- Two hundred pounds she'd weigh. His given name was Hercules, Her given name was Fay. —Philadelphia Press. Madge—"What method of courtship does he use?" Prue—"Oh he affects to have found the only girl iu the world who understands him."—Detroit Free Press. His Lordship-"But you might chauge your mind. Women do, some times, change their minds!" Miss Pliauuy T. Phayre—"Yes. I might if I had said yes!"— Puck. "Papa, what is the difference be tween the smart set and the four hun dred?" "Why, my son, the four hun dred is limited to 2600, but everybody is in the smart set."—Life. "My Augers seem to be all thumbs to-day," apologetically remarked the clumsy butcher. "Ah!" said the cus tomer, significantly; "that accounts for thorn getting in the weigh."—Phila delphia Record. Kittle—"Well, there's one thing about the auto. It has enabled a good many to make a noise in the world who never were heard of before." Kettle—"But It has brought them into worse odcr . than before, if that wore Boston Evening Transcript. "Charlotte," said the first, who was of her sex and a friend, "strives to be strictly up to the minute with her horseless catriage and other things." "Yes," responded the other, who was also feminine and an even closer friend, "she even affects a birthday less age."—lndianapolis News. "Wasn't It a terrifying experience," asked his friend, "when you lost your foothold and went sliding down the mountain-side?" "It was exciting, but extremely interesting," said the college professor. "I could not held noticing all the way down with what absolute accuracy I was following along the lino of least resistance."—Chicago Tribune. "The Scottish Mother.** Mr. Carnegie, after visiting tlio T/I. v (lies' College in Queen street, Eiln- | burg, the oldest educational institution in connection with the Merchants' ' Company, made the following entry in the visitors' book: "Surprised, delighted, Impressed. Ruskin says there Is nothing in the world that equals the Scottish mother in the tried perfeetness of lier old age. This institution does the important part of starting the future mother well —a greater service It is impossible to render.—Andrew Carnegie. Mr. Carnegie himself, of course, had a Scottish mother, and no mother, as is well known, had ever a more de voted son. Tile Perpetual Failure, If you lack character, downright, genuine honesty and squareness, your college education, your superior ad vantages only emphasize or extenuate your real failure, for no man has ever . succeeded, no matter how many mil- j lions of dollars he may have accumu lated, who has lost his character in the process. If he has left his manhood behind him. if his integrity lias es caped in his long-headed methods, his shrewd, sharp dealings, in ids under handed schemes, his life is n failure. It does not matter what position lie lias reached or how much money lie lias made. 1-Ie is a miserable failure If lie has lost the pearl of his life.— Success. The Bear ami tlx. C1.i1.1, The London Graphic obtains front n correspondent at Sobastopol an Inter esting bear story. A huge bear ap proached near to the village and car ried off a young child. The inhatiltauts formed a cordon around the tract of forest where the hear had takeu rel'uge, i and on the third day after the child .was carried oil they closed ill oil the beast. The child, unharmed, was re clining oil a deep mossy couch made for her by the bear. She had subsisted on tile nuts and forest fruit brought lier by the bear. One almost regrets to ! learn that the bear was summarily 1 killed.
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