oa th prairie discovered the boaters. TkM tli scattered bun (Ims nlM together fat a oolld black him. 111c angry clouds rolled together in storm-whipped sky I And. like great black bail, coming with a twin, rolling motion, they need across the prairie in th direction tbat would lead tbem almost oa top of Co waitlag earn p. Tier war followed by the rough-riding, shouting hunters, their naked, coppery forma clinging to tie ' bare backs of the ponlesf wall tboir lone black hair floating on th morning breox inado thorn look like veritable imp of Satan, before whom lost souls wer fleeing. Is a moment tho camp was eli-re with motion. . Hunter mounted the plunging ponie and lashed swiftly to their allotted posts. Squaws ' screeched discordant gibberish, while they Stood waiting, or hurried hither and thither, each armed with a long, sharp butcher knife. With which to attack the carcasses of the buffalo, so soon aa the arrows of the brares Bad slain them. On came, tbe rolling mui, a thousand black sulks beating tbe prairie with 4.000 horny boots. They mad th earth fairly tremble. Chicken was at his post, mounted on his slim, wiry bay pony. I was beside blm on Jack, my coal black little charger. While I was a nortec, to my pony. Jack, a buffalo hunt was not new experience. He was a. well-trained hunter. Chicken said tome: "You never mind him. Jack. You shoot Leap arrow. Maybe you kill buffalo." Now tbe running buffalo were abreast of the hunters. The well-trained ponies stood eager, but motionless. Suddenly from a hundred lusty throats there was a yell that rent the air. and sounded above the roar and rumbling of the running buffalo. A hundred ewtft-running ponies carried a hundred hunt-rs Into tbe midst of tbe black, surging maas; right up alongside a buffalo rode each hunter. Each selected a buffalo, and. as he galloped alongside him, poured arrows Into his black side aa fast as he could draw his bowstring. This was kept up until an arrow had found a Tital spot- Jack carried me into tbe midst of the fray. I selected a atalwart bull, and fired my first arrow from a distance of not more tban a doxen feet. Tbat gave Jack bis rue and he stuck to that bull aa closely as If be had been a cockle burr entangled in the hairy side of the bull. He took his position bout ten feet to tbe right, and-just behind the bull's foreaboulder, and never left It. This position left the horse room to dodge and evade tbe bull's shiny black horns, should he attempt to use them. Quickly tbe bull separated himself from tbe herd and shot across tbe prairie toward an arroya. the steep banks of which were at least a dozen feet high. On reaching th bank the buffalo halted not an Instant, but bounded down the almost perpendicular embankment. Jack hesitated to follow, but a cut fn the flank from my heavy Indian riding whip sent him over tbe bank after the buffalo. The banks of the arroya were not to exceed two score feet apart at the top. To tbe right, and up tbe arroya the banks were perpendicular. The buffalo made two attempts to climb tbe bank, but failed, then, lowering his huge hairy head, his wicked little black eyes fairly flashing fire, he charged atralght at me. Before Jack could turn he was upon us. Tbe lithe, active horse under me went Into the air with such a leap that the Infuriated bull ahot clear under the horse. At this moment Chicken, mounted on his gray pony, leaped Into the arroya wRh one great bound from tbe top of tbe bank. After charging under my horse the bull had kept on his way down the arroya. Qulokly Chicken's gray pony was alongside him. Chlcken'saab-en bow was drawn in a mighty curve, there was a twang of tbe bowstring. Chicken's horse swerved to the right and came to a standstill, the bull stopped, braced himself aa If to keep from falling, snorted a sullen defiance, staggered to his knees, arose again, only i fall prone upon his side dead, with a dozen arrows from my weaa now onstiing xn ni tulry side. Twenty feet from the carcass I picked up Chicken's arrow. It was coverd with blood. It bad gone clear through th buffalo, and in Its flight through his big body It had passed through hi heart. WINNING THEIR SPURS. "Jeb" Stuart's Boy Hero. Br Georare La word Kilmer. General Robert E. Lee used to say that the troopers who rode under the banners of the dashing "Jeb" Stuart were, the eyes of his army, the outpost guard to detect and signal danger. But the day when Burnaide's Federals marched across th plains of the Rappahannock to attack the Confederates on the heights of Fredericksburg, dens fogs obscured th field. A trooper In saddle could not see beyond his horse's head. Tbe swish and tramp of the marching column revealed their movements, however, and the troopers emptied their carbines at tbe blind targets. then slowly retreated toward th hills. There was mounting tn hot hast the moment the dull reports et firing reached Stuart's reserve bivouacs. - Still th attack was a surprise, ssd Stonewall Jackson's line upon Hamilton heights. In danger of being overrun by the Federals before th men in gray were ready for battle. A crisis Ilk that must always bare Its hero, and the hero of Stonewall Jackson's battle at Hamilton heights proved to bo Major John Pelbam. the bey leader of th horse artillery of Btuart'i famous caTal- . ry corps. The little major ordered his batteries to move down into the plain, but the horses were sot in harness, ssd th men were scattered about tha camp. - As soon as the teams for a single -cannon wer ready Major Pelham started down th slope, followed at a gallop by en Napoleon gun. manned by Creoles from New Orleans. These Creoles lad been trained for their business by the boy artillerist when k was a cadet Just out of. West Point, and mti and leader knew eaob other. Their gun was th first U break th silence that morning, and arouse tbe army for defense. . When the Federal leaders saw the have created la their advancing ranks by that aingle cannon they ordered Ave of their ewa batteries, en after another, to make a target of It. Other guns were rushed down tbe slope to join Pelham, When th light was hottest be had with blm twelve t fifteen pieces, contending with thirty on th Federal side. Lee and Jackson were attracted to the scene. As the Federal Infantry retreated Pa I ham moved his cannon forward, and continued to pour a galling firs of canister Into th confused ranks. After the battle 8tonwall turned to his chieftain and said: "Have you another Pelbam. General Leaf If so, I wish you would give him to me." - Fredericksburg was the last great battle of this beardless boy artillerist, for he was killed in a alight engagement soon afterward. He then held the rank of major and was 14 years old. Already his exploits had been her alded in Europe, and the London Times, no tlelng bis death, said: "For his age. no sol dler on either side In the war has won such fame as has young Pelham." Pelham was In the graduating class at West Point when the war broke out In lssl. He was noted as as athlete, a fearless rider, and els feats of horsemanship remained a trad! tlon at th academy for years. Being a na tive of Alabama, Pelhans-responded to th call of his state, resigned his eadetship, and start' ed tor the South. On the way he was intercepted by Federal authorities and placed un der surveillance. Reaching Louisville, he found the river picketed. Adopting the ls guise of a Federal aid. he went into society and won to his cause a loyal Yankee girl. She tried to Induce him to stand by the old flag, but finding that his heart was set upon th on with th single star, she rowed him across the Ohio river in a skiff and bade him far well on the Kentucky shore. Reaching Mont gomery, he was commissioned lieutenant and appointed drill master of a battery-With his creole cannoneers. Lieutenant Pel ham fought all day at th first battle of Bull Run. and General "Jeb" Stuart offered him a new battery of six pieces of horse artillery. A battery of horse artillery which keeps its end up with a flying column like tbat led by Stuart finds enough excitement in war to cool the hottest blcod. Pelbam was raised to the rank of captain, and whenever Stuart rode on tbe peninsula his guns were at the front. At the battle of Cold Harbor and again at Manaasaa, Stuart's troopers fought side by side with Stonewall Jackson's corps. Jackson took Pelham by the band on the field at Man assas and complimented him for tbe service of his guns. The boy was then 23 years old, and was promoted to command a battalion of artillery, with the rank of major. After several hours of the moat desperate and bloody fighting on record, tbe safety of tbe left flank of Lee's army at tbe battle of Antletam depended upon Stuart's cavalry and Major Pelham's guns. On th retreat from that field, after crossing th Potomac Into Virginia. Pelham added to his laurels by a marvelous feat of personal gallantry. Th Federals were close upon the heels of Lee's army, which was guarded on the retreat by Stuart's troopers. At one point the' pursuing Federals cam close upon a gun which Pelham kept far in advance of the others. Stuart ordered the boy to retire, but he begged so hard to remain a little longer tbat the request was granted. It became hotter and hotter, and even the cannoneers took advantage, of Stuart's order and ran away. Pelham fired the piece In th face of th enemy, and then, all alone, mounted one of the lead horses to haul th cannon away. Th horse was shot down. Pelham cut the traces, mounted another horse, and after he had got the remaining five fairly into a gallop the second horse wss shot down under him. Mounting another, he started again, and tbe third horse was killed and cut from the traces. With th three remaining ones the piece was hauled back to safely. All this was previous to the' battle of Fredericksburg, where the young artillerist won tbe high encomium from Stonewall Jackson. Lee said to Jackson at that time. "It Is glorious to see such courage in one so young." In his report General Lee went still further for be coupled the nam of th boy major with those of his Generals, calling him "th gallant Pelham." A commission as lieutenant colonel was issued at Richmond when Lee's report was read at tbe War Department, but the parchment did not reach Lee's bivouac on the Rappahannock until the gallant boy had met his death In battle. One day Stuart's 11ns of pickets along the river was suddenly attacked by the Federals at Kelly's ford. Pelham was In the vicinity, but not on duty with his battalion. Sending a courier to bring up his guns, be galloped I MAJOR PELHAM STARTED DOWN THE 8LOPB. toward th seen of fighting, and. overtaxing a regiment of mounted men that was wavering under th confusion of s sudden attack, placed himself at its head and shouted, "Forward, boys! Forward, to victory and glory!" ' At that moment a Federal shell burst over th squadron h was leading, and a fragment penetrated his brain. "The noble, the chtvalrie, 'the gallant Pelham Is no morel His loss Is Irreparable," said Stuart In a message wired to th Confederate Congress. -But th most remarkabl tribute et all, and on to rarely paid to a soldier of subordinate rank that it is -worthy to" be quoted ia full, was s general order leaned fcy Stuart to commemorate th tragic death of th boy hero. It was as follows, and appeared in the archives of the War Department of the Confederate states! Headquarters," Cavalry Division. Army ef Northers Virginia. March to, um. Oeseral Or-dsn, Kb. I. Tn Major General commanding spprosahs with rslaetaae th painful dsty of announcing to th division Hs Irreparable less Is the death f Major John Pelham, commanding the horse artillery. Hs fell mortally wounded la th battle of Kelly's ford. March IT. with a battle cry oa bis lips, and th light of victory beaming In his era. T you. his comrades, it Is seedless t dwell apea what yes hav se often witassstd his prowess In secies. Ton well knew hew, though yonng is years and a nsar stripling is appearance, remarkable for his genuine modesty of deportment, he yet disclosed on the battle-field th conduct of a veteran, ssd displayed is his handsoBM person the meet Imperturbable eselseas ' is danger. His eye had glanced ever every battle-field of this army from u srsc Msoasaas, to tn moment of his death. ana n was a brilliant actor la all. . I token of respect for his cherished memory th horse artillery and division staff wUl wear the military , badge or mourn lag for thirty day. By command of Msjor Oeseral, J. 7. B. STUART. STYX, THE BATTERY DOG. Trained to Carry Sticks H Casnon Balls. Carried y V. W. Carralh. He was s fox terrier In the days when fox terriers were net as common as now. and he made his appearance In th battery one morning Just as we were "hitching up" at daylight to resume the march interrupted by s night's rest in the vicinity of s small tows In Louisiana. He attracted my attention by running up and placing at my feet a small stick and then backing off a little way with every muscle of his body on the stretch, asking m to throw It that he might have the exquisite pleasure of catching it to be brought back again and thrown. The captain of a battery has at auch a time something else to ' do than throw sticks for dogs to fetch, and when Styx saw me mount my horse be abandoned me and started off to s sergeast, who treated him with even greater contempt. Nothing abashed, he picked up the stick sod trotted with The eolums, which was now moving along th road and into which th battery hauled from the roadside with the accompaniments of clanking trace- chains and rumbling wheels. Styx maintained his position somewhere between our gun carriages ail day. refusing to be allured by the dashing cavalry or jthe sober infantry, as now and thea changes oc curred in th column, and late In th after noon, when we halted for the night, n re ported himself at my particular fire aa if he were on duty as an orderly. He asked not for food or caresses, but. putting down stick st my feet, declared In his fox terrier language tbat If I would please throw that for him Just once he would consider ail obli gations discharged in full, and I threw It. He brought It beck before it bad fairly touched ground, and worried me for more of It. Th evening passed and morning earn. Then the same thing over again. Would please throw s stick at himT Only once; once would be enough! But I had learned his capacity and his utter mendacity on this particular question, and dismissed bim to th cars of a n on -commissioned officer. This man bad beeo s dog fancier before hs took to soldiering, and he confided to me that the recruit was of tho finest breed, of a very rare variety, worth a fabulous sum In "Hft-laad. - z -. . ' A great day that proved for th corporal, but was not so great for th dog. Th latter seemed to have some glimmering of the relative Importance of a captain and a corporal and to; bo greatly disgusted at leaving th former for th latter. In fact, what with his notion of losing bis official position ss th csptais's dog sad the further disenchantment of no stick throwing, h became somewhat morose snd suspicions war entertained that he Intended to go over to the enemy. As this desertion might involve him ia the -most serious consequences, orders were given to keep g strict, witch upoa him, and It seemed evident that' these erders were as tally un derstood by him as by those appointed to guard him. for be declared by rl gores wagging of his stump of a tall that he bad1 no intention of leaving the battery, not th least. However he might be treated, neglected, or caressed entertained or snubbed It was nil one to him. Of course if no on was ever to throw s stlsk for bim. that. Indeed, would be different, very different, indeed ! Could he make anything plainer than, thalt Wasn't that t be understood comprehended by th dullest Intellect 1 Is short, had a dog no rights I . . , The next day we were In action. The enemy had made s gallant stand Is their retreat at a narrow pass, where It was most difficult for us to advance, and here the genius of Styx cam into great play. .Th "number live" man, as he 1 called, runs between th limber and the gun when th battery la la actios, carrying th missile or cartridge from th ammunition chest to the "number two" man. who places It in th gun. when the "number on" send it bom with the rammer. Styx bad Joined one of th gun detachments, and was acting as a "number five" man. Receiving the cartridge fro... "number six." who took It from the chest, he rushed Ilk lightning to th gun and delivered his burden to th expectant artilleryman.- He was in his element now. Tbe thunder of th guns eould hardly drown his shrieks of Joy as he rushed back from having delivered one charge to get another this was something , STYX A8 A NO. I MAN. like! Why hadn't we played tbat game before now he saw what a battery was for! That day gave Styx a reputation through our whole corps. The commanding general beard of him and requested me to bring him up to headquarters. An admiring circle of officer sat about him one evening and discussed whether or no dogs could be generally used in th artillery. Three daya after came the catastrophe. W were drawn up In line of battle to await developments, and for a long tlm nothing developed. Finally a distant battery began to give us attention. Now and then Its shells exploded in our front or over our beads. Styx was sittiag. with eager eyes. Is the midst of his favorite detachment. Suddenly an almeat spent six-pound solid shot from tbe enemy struck Just In front of m, snd rolled, as It seemed, slowly into the battery. "More fun! said Styx to himself, and Jumped for It. For the first time he had miscalculated. But then his experience with artillery had been of the briefest. Tbe moving mass of Iron, which seemed as harm less aa a rubber ball.' crushed the life out of the active little volunteer. We all mourned him. and the general said, when I told him about It. "Well, you know war can't be carried ea without some loss." HARVESTING SEAWEED. Somm of tho Curious Customs That Attend It .By Cera 14 B To th average Americas citizen this tact carries with It little ot import, bat hew mach does it nsess to th poor pessast coast dweller of tho British Isles! To these hardy but poverty-stricken people the sssaal opening of the seaweed harvest mean income and ores food. For during "hard seasons' th coast peasants of Westers Ireland live almost entirely oa seaweed sad cliff moss. Aad eves whea they do aot have to feed apoa the seaweed. It may servo to bring them is a miser ably small but assured income, whea sold for fertilising purposes. In th Channel islands th gathering of se-eed aad its sal as a fertiliser become during the milliner a paramount baslaeaa. So highly, iadead. is seaweed prised that the legislative chamber of the is I of Jersey (for little Jersey has hom nils, though big Ire land has set) devotes special attention to the subject. About 100,000 tons of weed are gathered In Jersey alone during a single season. Some of this go to th island farmers, bat the major portion finds its way to England sad France. " The writer visited Jersey daring the seaweed harvest of ISM. aad anad trip to the various bays aad inlets where the collection of "drift-wrack" hsd bees made throughout th winter. Ia certain districts officials paid la kind (they obtain extra lots of seaweed for their services) are appointed to see that th wrack gatherers remove th staff tn fair aad qua! portions. Each wrack' gatherer pays stsx of a farthing per ton to the fcaiasd. . Tbe opening -of tho seaweed harvest is attended with great formality. At a special sitting of the Island courts la or about Eastertide th Judge, ia all the solemnity of armchairs sad scarlet robes, decide, after hear- -J lag representatives of th various parishes. oa what day tho harvest may open, la ISM th date April U was chosen. - But tho day is usually fixed tor anoaths later.', This year tbe harreet epeas la July. A black-gowned official tha grsvely utters th proclamation, aad until the tide has turned oa that particular day It is a criminal offense to cat any of tho seaweed with which the rocks are oor-orod. Meanwhile preparations ere being mad at tho farms all ever Jersey. Ooernswy, Ai-deraey. snd Sark. The wtater plowing la ever, all the pots toes are la tho groead, aad the wagons are brought down to tho shore, so aa to bo in readiness for that great day, Tho weather is an Important, factor la tha day's proceeding, bat K is no bar. Wet or fine, sunshine or snow, tbe work has to bo done, and from every direction cartloads of merry harvesters com Jotting along the various roads toward tho sea. Every aval labia head is pressed into servloo, sad tho writer was. Dor a aoric. pronounced to be a fairly active. seaweed gatherer. The harvesters are armed i with short, strong; sickles and pro-Tided with good stock of proven dsr. of which the piece do reel sta see is a substantial aad toothsome "wrack eske." xeade for tho oooa-ston aad solely at this tlm of rear. ' - - ' The boat go gut white tho Ud ia tUUi ebbing ssd seour that mere distant an4 richly ekAbed rocks, so tbat whom that carta ean reach them et Vnr water heaps f so are ready for removal. ' ."' , A largo proportion of Che' crop Is at while fresh and wot, pre4 over tho fleMa. Aa tho poetess, Eliza Cook, saagt The wrack! th wrack! Oh. th wrack The them et our chanting aslrtn: For we come to gather the grass e the sea, Te quicken th grais of the earth. In Cornwall. Wales, th Scottish Hebrides, and Ireland th seaweed harvest sis begins in the aarir summer and is a considerable source of profit. But seaweed gathering la all Its glory must be sought for in tbe channel lslea. - - YOUNG PETER FOSS' CHUTE. Iaseelews Sew rleaas er Wfc I Deists; at Load-Otae Bestaee. There Is s brilliant prospect that buttons and pins will be en a boom In tbe rear of th Tenth ward. And this very probable rise in th rnlue of th needy lltll articles will not be chargeable to th Ding ley bill Ither. it is all on account of precocious boy T J, several assistants, and a gay and madly delighted crowd of other youngsters of large sad small caliber, and ages. This coterie of magnate own s shoot-the-chute plant of their, ewa, and that they have fun galore with, the prop erty la best attested by visit to the cnute The plant is of th movable order, and every night is put away in a near-by yard until the following afternoon, when It is brought out and placed at the corner of St. Andrew and Freret streets, and tn a trice Is ready for work, revenue, or any other old thing that comes handy. .The machinery In not complicated and th entertainment ia not long drawn out. It com mences about T o'clock and by 9:30 at night the evening's fun is at an end and the ma ehinery is taken apart and sateiy boused for the night. The chute Is the Invention of Peter Foss, a barefooted urchin of 13, who wears a straw bat. knee breeches of blue Jean, and s happy expression. Every boy la the neighborhood or St. Andrew and Freret streets is "deed Jealoua" of the Foss boy, for within the short space of a week he has Jumped into notoriety and promises to corner the entire pin and button market In that section. Last night a' visit was made to the Fuss chute, and the sight was impressive. So was the noise. The chute Is Just an "Imlta non ot tn real thing, minus the water. Two pieces of scantling constitute the piece ae resistance of the entire scheme. These are laid parallel with one another, at a dis tance or about a foot and a half apart. On end of the scantling is placed en top of an eight-foot elevation aad the other rests oa me ground. At the base ef the chute fa a skid, laid flat oa the ground ssd st sa obtuse sngi to the pieces of scantling. Tha "boat" la s soap box with two pieces of box wood naiiea oa ue lower edge of each side. The dox nts over tn pieces of scantling which ue suae ana tee pieces of boxwood prevent it from flying off the slide. That is aooui tn eaure eaulomeat. vet for a week Peter Foss ass been baring a harvest ia the pia ana nation line, sad promises te break the enUr neighborhood. Ia fact, so well has he done, thai tha plant has got beyond his personal control, and he haa been forced to iaae tn s partner. Thm partner la Willie Spladler. snd he is the youngster who sells ue tickets for rides en the chutes. Prices are trustlik is fixity. Two buttons or two pins are the regulation price. Neither the tie of blood, th bonds of friendship, nor th "political pull" ot tho saner can brt about a reduction la tbe prices. And Foea won't take old pins, either. He is monopolist enough to .demand brand new pins which hav a bend or Messiah. And hs gets them, too. With butteas it is different. Aay eld buttoa la acceptable, evea down to the advertising buttons which come ia packages of cigarettes. . Thar is a regular system of management at th Foe chute. His partner sells th tickets, snd naturally carries the "money of tha firm. His pockets last eight were bulging with buttons of assorted sixes, a ha pea. and colors, and he hsd amassed nearly half a package of piss from the chute-mad chil dren of the neighborhood. Is addition to Splndler. Foes' partner, the management hires seversl employee. There, is atleket taker, who stands st the foot of the chut; there is a youngster who greases th scantling with lard, or fat te make things ran smoothly. There are. two boys who bold the box la position while the passenger for there is ooly oae passenger to eseh trip-takes his neat. And at the base of th cnuto stand two boys who check the box when It comes slong wabblingly down tbe incline. These employes are paid la ptne and buttons, sad there is a nxd seal of wages, which Is aot cut. There have beeo no strikes at the chutes, tor plenty of willing youngsters can be found "out of a Job" aad willing to take th places of say one ia the confidence snd employ of the management. - Th chut la not confined to boys alone, but girls patronise It as welL Ther wer 13 sad 14 year old girt riding last night, sad there wss. a few eights ago, a girl of sack Iberal proportions that she could not get into tho box at alL and she was forced to descend and 1st some less weighty Individual take her place. It la rare good fun to watch the boys snd girls swarm about tha ticket seller snd tbe ticket taker la their eagerness to get a rid. - Th ticket taker's job U Ilk that of a man at the "door" of a local theater oa a 8unday night. He la Jammed up against the chute, and three-score of children are screaming at him at once, demanding that he take their tickets and let them rid. And whn he doe take th piece of pasteboard the lucky Individual ascends to the eight feet ot dlssy elevstloa by way of s small ladder, where sits Peter Foss la all his dignity, and tban enters the box. Foss waits till the rider Is well seated, orders th helpers to "let go," gives tho box a shove, snd down slide box sad rider with becoming speed, aad greatly to the, amusement of the hundred aad oae youngsters thereabouts. Every trip is cheered like the advent of a trolley car -la a backwoods part of town. There is considerable thrill about th rides, for th eighteen feet of Incline does not Join the base skid with any degree ef nicety, and there la more or lee of a Jar whea the box strikes bottom. But the children Ilk the Jar and cry for. 1L New Orleans Times-Democrat.