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ft' THE MOINEft, ALdONA, 10^ A WKtWMIUY, if Mjr Wife Tftttftht School. li Jhitd ft wtfo'nt tnnfrlit Cnliooi I wonM go 'I n fin- away ctnthtrioi. I'd flsh from lire Po In tttrav i.'uiTdolIoi- ftfiri tho plush o 1 my oar Would lie heard by tho nntlres Mound Singapore, Jf ttiy Wfe tntifrht dcliool 1 would, wouldn't, yoU? Ef Wouldn't yuh? Eiih.v way tf fiat would you do? If I 1ifm ft wl Co 'nl; tfiuphi. poliool T would (rot Bomcthliifl- flno In the shape of a futnlturo gets If I could pny itiy boafd ttlid ftlie could pay Micro's n good many nlco llttlo tilings 1 could barn. If my wife tuiifrlit soliool, I Would, wouldn't you? El' wouldn't yuh? .Anyway what would you 1 do? M iny wife taught school you can bet 1 would tlhe M eonilof, J'd roost pfotly inl'ldlln' high: J'd woar a slik tlio utid owh IIOBSOB. I Vow, AttA do loin o' thlUfcA Ihnt 1 uln'Uioln' now. Jf my wll'o tnuuht BKliool, J would, wnulrin't you? El-wouldn't yuh? Anyway whut would you do? If tiiy wifu tniiiflit poliobt llho Bomo women do And I could eiirn quite enough for us two. J'd gn Iu thu barnyiil'd, without any fuss, I would blow out my bralim with ablgblun- rej. pom ho tb Jf my wife IfiHirlifc school, ) would, w uldn'tyou? Er wouldn't yuh? Any way what would you do? —Bow Ifiicklcy. JOE KOPEK'S MOTHER. If yon have never been In tho valley of tho Tennessee— I mean that part of the famous valley that stretches .southwestward from the groat Sand Mountain to Iho picturesque table lauds of Mount Siino—you have missed a scene fairest of all in that country of fair Been OH. I will not attempt to describe It. I can not do it Vistloo. No out: can. It is tho paradise of North Alabama, and in the heart of that fat Southern district, devastated by war, and yet, thanks lo its protecting bulwark of mountains, its pleasant homes and well tilled lands, escaped almost unscathed. Not. many miles to the north is Lookout Mountain and tho buttlo-liolds of Mission itidge and Chickamauga. Further lo the south and west, on the same groat trunk lino that passes within the shadow of the heights on which Hooker fought the "battle in the clouds," is that already fnnftnts young city of phenomenal growth. Decnttir, and beyond that tho now Shellield aud war- Bciirrud Corinth. But while this corner of the great valley saw little of either bluo coats or gray—except, perhaps, an occasional foraging party that chance led away from the railroad and into Iho garden land between tho,big hills—tho valloy gave its best blood for thccausn of Ihc Confederacy, and sons and brothers left tho cotton unpicked in tho Hold to join Bragg and his .gathering hosts across tho border line of Tennessee, or to follow tho fortunes of Morgan or Stuart on thoir cavalrv raids to the North. Back from the Tennessee, in a cove protected from tho northers by the broad back of .Monte Sano, a hardy mountain farmer had built a house of uncut stone—u poor place at best, but a homo fur the sake of what was in it, It was not a typical Southern home, for I he good wife and mother was housekeeper, dairymaid and gardener all in tine, while the two strapping boys, with their father, did the work \\liiclionolhcr plantations fell lo Iho (n^k of the negro slaves. At the nearest M.oro, at Maysville, old John Rogers •was. with indiscriminate courtesy, • dubbed "Colonel." Why, ho never ikiiow. Perhaps no one olse did. Even • before Iho war military titles wore popular in Dixie. Now they aro all -colonels, So few privates escaped tho war, "Among (.lie negroes "Colonel" John was looked upon with some disdain. A man who "worked' 1 his farm witli- > oni a single black "boy" was not. likely lo win Iho respect of ''the quarters" a't Ihe big plantations on the river. Farmers who worked worn "poor-nil white trash" iu those days of easy indolence. But "Co'.onol" John thrived for till that, and never a homo in all Ihe broad valloy was happier in the liltlo cove • under tho shallow of Monte Sano. News travels slowly in tho country. 'In those days few newspapers found thoir way into the Tonnossoo Valloy of Alabama, and the lirst shook of war at F,,ort Sumtor was too far away to alfeot tho Iranquilily of tho people by iho ..grout river. Then oamo the frantic call for troops by the govern men t at Montgomery, and tho groat valloy was nt last awakened to the horrors of war. A recruiting otlice was opened at Huntsvillo, ton milos away, on the other sido of Monte Sano, and husbands and fathers and sous left their homes and people wont away to the war. Tho valloy of tho Tonnocseo was desolate. The negroes wont Hocking northward iu search of tho army of emancipation, aud tho cotton was' left in the bolls to spoil. There came a time whon even food was scarce, and boot was worth ils weight iu the etrango now si-rip tho Confederate government had issued. ''Colonel" John fared worse than many, although for mouths after tho boys of the lower valley had gone away into Tennessee his sons yielded to the wish of the old folks and stayed at home. Tho lime came, however, when honor compelled them to go, and they wont; but the eyes of tho aged mother were wol with tears and'the face of Iho white-haired "Colonel" John was straugolv old when they bade thoir boys good-by. Thero aro bravo hearts hero at home who remember those sud farewells, when the boys in bluo wont far away to light anil die on those Southern battlefields. There wore tho same sad partings iu many a Southern homo, \ and tho war loft hundrodsof decimalod Vfamilies in thai fair valloy. v Mouths passed, and then years. Occasionally lellors from Iho absent soldier boys came to tho old folks in the cove, but they wore few aud very far between. They had gone north and enlisted in the Army of Virginia. They had been at Bull Hun. ami had been oil the Peninsula iu tho checkerboard operations of MoClollau's campaign, Tho latest letter, scribbled in pencil and wjitten in buste. and read in that little home with aching yet thankful hearts, told of good health (mil Confederate success. Side by side |he brothers h:ul fomrhf.. us vet unhurt. Now they were to go with bee into tne land of promise—the rich, corn-growing Valleys of Ponnsylvnnln. Gettysburg came, and tlio Army of Virginia, rudely awakened from its victorious security, was hurled baok across Maryland and Into Virginia again by the military genius of Meade. In the carnage of tho first day tho older brother was killed. The yottttger. while retreating with his decimated regiment from an unsuccessful charge, was taken prisoner. In company with several other Alabama soldiers, young Rogers, even then a mere boy, was brought to Philadelphia, and from there sent to Fort Delaware as a pris- on«r of war. Them he. rcamii.ie.cf uti* til the surrender of Lee at Appomattox Court House, The sad news of the battle of Gettysburg was slow in reaching the little homb byMonto Sana, but when Ifclld come it broke the spirit of "Colonel" John and turned still whiter the head of tho sweet-faced mother: for it was said that in the battle both boys had fallen under the shower of Federal balls. It was not long before there was a "burying" from the house in the cove, and the body olf "Colonel" John was laid to rest among the pines he loved so well. And tho motherP She too would Iflndly have died, but nature was too strong. Tho time came, moreover, when she was .glad that death had spared her, for there came to her from Far awniy Fort Delaware a loiter from •mr surviving boy, telling of tho older jrolhor's death and the younger one's inprisomnenl. She road tho letter many times, and as tho tears rolled lown her sunken cheeks she fell ou her knees and thanked God that cue ion at least had been spared to her. A sudden resolution possessed her. She would leave tho little' home in tho cove and go away to.lhe North. She would go to Fort Delaware, and they would not refuse to let a mother see" her son —even o "Confederate" mother. Once she had looked upon his face again she would have courage to wait for his release. Traveling was slow. Weeks passed before she was enabled to get through the opposing lines and into Washington. At last, dying from want; sorrow and fatigue, she stood in the command-, ant's rooms • at Fort Delaw'aro with written permission to see and speak with tho boy she loved so well. They tell'sad stories of Fort Delaware in tho South. They call it tho Libby Prison of the. North. I don't like to believe it. Neither do'you. They say that after a certain engagement tho Northern, generals accused tho Confederates of. outrageous cruelty, and in retaliation a score or more prisoners were taken from the fort and jgnominiously hiiuged. Perhaps they were mistaken, aud that there were better grounds for hanging than that. By some means a rumor had gained credence in Ihe prisoner's barracks that something of the kind was to take place, while iho impression prevailed that special vengeance was to bo meted out to the soldiers of Alabama, because of alleged outrages committed by,regiments from that state. Young Rogers was not a coward, but ho had no desire to meet so unsoldiorly a death. With that inventive genius which develops so rapidly among those hold in confinement, the prisoners iu Rogers' "gang" dug out the stonework and earth under one of the banks, and thus secured not only a comparatively safe hiding place for pilfered provisions, but also for one or more of their number whon occasion demanded lhal tiioy should keep under cover for a time. Tho rumor that retaliatory measures were in order struck consternation to many a bravo heart, and when, for any reason, a Federal orderly came to the prisoners' barracks and called the name of "Johnny Rub," there was a general fonling of misgiving, and an Effort made, when possible, to discover for what purpose tho prisoner was wanted before answering to his name. So that whon one day the barracks wore excited lo a fever point by the culling of a dozen names or more, and the name of "Joo Rogers" rang with startling distinctness iu the ears of that young Alabamian, he did not wait Lo bo seen, but hurriedly crawled into :ho "grub" hole and bold his brea'h for fear of discovery aud the consequences that would follow. Throe ;imes the orderly called. "Joo Rogers! Joo Rogers! Joe Rogers!" rang through Iho long corridor. Then Ihe prisoners crowded around, and Iho orderly seemed to bo unaware ;hat Rogers had failed to answer to his name, lie went away, and on tho records it was written that Joo Rogers bad been transferred—as ovou tho ullicers thought—to ho hanged. A sad look came over the" t'aco of Ihe commanding officer when Iho white- Imirod woman gave him the slip of icr that lo her mount so much. •Rogors is not hero now," he said finally. She looked at him, da/.od by iho intelligence. "Not—here?" "No; ho has boon transferred." "W hm-oP" The otlieor had a heart.. "1—I do not know," ho said. Ho could not toll the sad-eyed woman What he believed lo bo the truth. But ho could not deceive her. "He is dead!" she cried, wildly, and tottering forward she clasped her Irtuids across her breast and sank into a chair. "My poor boy!" she sobbed. "I loved you loo, and yet I was too lato!" The parched lips closed over tho sad grey oyes; tho tired head foil forward; tho nervous lingers relaxed thoir hold. •Come," said tho ollicer kindly, "you must go now. 1 can not permit you to remain bore." There was no answer. "I am waiting"—he began, and then he paused abruptly. Something strange iu her appearance startled him, and he stooped down and peered into her face. A.S ho did so tears came into his oyes. Tho sweet-faced mother would never see tho valley of the Tennessee again. She was dead. News Hies in jails as it ilios elsewhere. Iu his hiditig-placo that night young Rogers Ws told the storv of his mother's death; Strong man "though ho was, the shock was almost more than ho could boar, and ho grieved bitterly at the tluHight that, eveii dead, he might not loop upon her face, but he «a"s glad lot aft> tfilHg. were kind hearts among tho bots ID blue, and they took tho body of tho dead mother across to New Castle, fend there in the old church yard reveyen- tially laid ib to test. . ..- | Rogers managed to esfenpe deradtldn for the few weeks remaining before the close of the war. After the surrender he was liberated and returned to Alabama. There he lives iitid there 1 met hira. Ho told me this story, and 1 repeat it because it comes so near home. It interested me and I think it will oto.'-^Phitadelphia News. PEOPLE. Amlnblllly A Vlt-tno Nnt, PrucHofld Mltttith UK It, Should He. "I believe," exclaimed a bright woman one day, ^ "that I would rather have a really wicked person in the house. If ho would only be good- natured, than to live with the best who was cross. This was extreme, but any one who has over endured the society of an Irritable companion for many days will feel a .sympathy with even this strong statement, Such a companion Is a species of torture. It sometimes seems as though almost every duty wore more forcibly impressed upon tho young than tho duty of amiability. In many quarters this virtue is absolutely at a disadvantage. The cross ones are likely to get a reputation for greater ability than Mie pleasant ones. "Fools," we are old, "are always amiable.'' the Heights »f Wftves. All sons of nonsense rms been written about waves "mountains high." The troth Is that when a ship is plunging down the back of 6ne wavu and is at the same time heeied over till her tail is close tb the water, the next wave. looks as If it would sweep completely over the vessel, aud therefore appears n» big as n mountain. Lieutenant QtialtfoUgh says: "We find reports of heights of ItiO feet from hollow to everybody who happened to bo" in curtain house in auinlaud town, where a handsome and fashionable young woman was slopping with au aunt who hud every claim upon her leuder- cst consideration. "Aro you going out to the cliff?" the young \vonwn would douiaiul of her au n I. "I don't know yet," tho aunt would respond, wearily. "Oh dear, I wish you could over inaku up your mind!" the ueice would fret. "But I must wait and si;e how I feel after my dinner," tho invalid auut- would protest. "If it wasn't that it would be something else," tlio ninco would exclaim, petulant)}'. "You're always waiting, always undecided. I got so sick of it!" The aunt bore her young charge's (or superintendent's) vagaries almost too sweetly; but the hateful little bioicer and impudence of tlio latter were nuendiirabo to tlio outside listeners, before whom slio took no pains to control herself. Yet this young girl was a member of a church. Shu would not have lifted her hand against her aunt, yet she gave her daily worse iu- sults than a physical blow. "Tho blow iitflovo gives la but weak, Dous tlio murk yet discolor myohook? But. when tlio lioiirl, suitors u blow Will tlio puln puss ua toon, no you know?" It is to women that tho pouts are always giving praise for their amiability. It was a woman to whom belonged those "Sweet lips wlioroon porpotunlly did reign I Tho summer culm of golden oluirlty." But it is doubtful whether women are really so equably as men. Xantippe and ]joor Hip's wife aro types of a very large class. ' " | II is reasonable to expect that women i should bo loss amiable than men. ' Emerson says, "All healthy things are j sweet-tempered." It is only within a few years that women have begun as a ' class, to take proper care of their , health. Even now they are not expert j in the art, and more than half our ; women are semi-invalids. A woman's mode of dress, her diet, her iu-door ! and monotonous life, have all been ', against her. Women are more coti- j scienlious than men. They ought to ( have more principle about keeping a j pleasant face on; but when tho whole j nervous system is ajar from iusntliciout i nourishment and close air, au angel I could not always keep her temper. It j was only she who "felt so pretty audso ' pleased all day" who "could not take tho trouble to bo cross." When one is bullied and thwarted all day, crossness becomes a luxury that most women are too prone to indulge in. But oli! how it spoils aud degrades family life! "Sui> u word, liow it sovorctul Oh, powoi 1 of Ill'o uuU ilGulli Jn lliu tout!no, us tho 1'rutiolior sulthl" We may not all of us be able to cultivate the highest virtues--t'onslaucy, generosity, magnanimity—but wo can all keep a civil tongue for those around us, and put on n pleasant expression if we try. Amiability has been pooh- poohed at loo long. Jt is the source of more comfort and pleasure in any home in which it is practised than many a most vaunted virtue. "Tho muslo (lint can deepest reach And qui'o nil ills is cordial speech." By all means let us have more of it in. our homes.— Harper's Hazar. A Story of Josh Billings. A few years ago, riding up town in a Madison Avenue car, I was seated opposite tho gentleman who is best remembered as Josh Billings. The rear platform was somewhat crowded, and in tho course of our ride one of tho passengers stopped off aud on several times, in order to assist tlio lady passengers. Finally, when the oar Wfts just comfortably tilled, and the courteous gentleman had taken his scat inside, Josh Billings, seeing au opportunity for a joke, bookonodlo tho conductor, and pointing to tho stranger, said, ••Don't you charge for every rule on this car?" "Yes, sir." answered he. "Well, I've seen that fellow get on this car six times, and you have collected only one fare from him."— Harper's Magazine. California Cnntulovor Bviilgo. The new cautalevor bridge across tho Colorado river, thirteen miios below Needles, Gal., required 8.1'dO.UO.i pounds of iron to complete it. It rests upon two massive stone piers that are sixty-live feet below the bod of the river, and the center span is the longest unsupported one in tho world—Go'U feet between tho caiilalevurs. Ton yours ago cocaine was wortn $8.500 d pound; now hardly a single surgical operation is conducted without its uso. crest, but no Verified measurement exists of a. height half as great Us this. The highest reliable measurements are from 44 to 48 feet—In itself a very remarkable height. Waves having a greater height than thirty feet,are Hot often encountered." The height of wind waves Is governed by what, is called the "fetch." That means their distance from the place where their formation begins. Thomas Stevenson, author of "Lighthouse Illumination," and father of the well-known writer of. our day, Robert Louis Stevenson, gives the following formula as applicable when the fetch is not less than six sea miles.' "The height of the wave iu feet is equal to 1.5 multiplied by the square root of the fetch in nautical mile's." Let us suppose that in a gale oMvind the waves began to form 400 miles from the ship you are on. The square root of 400 is 20, which multiplied by 1.5 giv«s 30 feet as the height of the waves around the ship. Now, it is well' knowu that in every storm there aro occasionally groups of three or four waves considerably larger than the others. Captain Lecl;y is of i tho opinion that these aro caused by S the increased force of the wind in the squalls which are a feature of every i bifr blow. Now, waves travel at a rate which is tho result of their size. Waves 200 feet long from hollow to hollow travel about 19 knots per hour; those of 400 feet in length make 27 knots; and those of 600 feet rush forward irresistibly at 32 knots. Let us suppose, now. a" wave 400 feet in lenglh and 38 or 40 feet high rushing along at 27 kn'Hs. It overtakes a slower wave making about 20 knots, with a height of 26 feet and a length of 200. The two seas become one, forming at the ! moment of their union an enormous j wave. Just at that moment they meet ; one of those steamers called "ocean greyhounds," which, as every one knows, never slacken speed unless it is i absolutely necessary for safety.. She is . butting into Ihe storm at tho rate of I say eight knots an hour. She runs plump against a great wall of water ; which seems to rise suddenly out of the general tumult, rushing at her with a height of 4o feet or more and a speed of over 80 miles per hour. Thero is a fearful crash forward, accompanied by I a deluge, and as the tons of water roll off the forecastle deck it is found that damage«has been done, and the officers on watch enter in the log the interesting fact that the steamer has been struck by a "tidal wave."—FK J. Henderson, in St. Nicholas. id ul ,e unit- tne train woven. »ftt »«* tonrtv of rovsteringdrnnkjirds alt-Tinea, the party (in the train was compo«<srl of several pious-lookinggentlemen wiilj broad-brimmed hat«. who stood aroitfin as though expecting some one. Bonner approached one of them ana laid interrogatively! "Had arty trouble bn the roadP' "No, brother," said the gentleman, "notfe that I know Of. And now I'll ask you d question: Do you know a gentleman iiauied BonnerP" "Yes, I aw Mr. Botiuer," was the answer. "Well, these brethren and myself are Dunkards, and you were lo moot ns and put us on the right train. Didn't you get a telegramP" . . Bon her was completely done for. He excused himself, and. calling the Ser* geant of Police aside, he told him that it was all a mistake and he and his men could go back to headquarters, Then he disposed of his roligiotls friends, went around and cussed out the telegraph operator, after which he had to "set'em up" for the whole police force on the promise to keep mum. THE SUN WORSHIPERS, A Stone Ronitwny Uuilt by Thorn Fcol. Up n Mound. 1,800 Heroism in a Restaurant. A man came to the conclusion that it was an act of moral cowardice to tip a waiter in a restaurant. The cowardice lay, he argued, in being afraid of the waiter's scorn at the apparent parsimony. Ho determined to be morally brave thereafter. . The opportunity came. He finished his dessert and tho waiter in his customary manner of solicitude assumed by waiters when the customer looks good for an ample tip, placed liis coffee before him. He weakened a trifle, but resolved to brace himself. He drank his coffee somewhat more deliberately than usual, hoping to attain a state of mental composure, but as the time approached for disappointing the attentive negro, who already saw in his mind's eye a big round shining coin, tho brave man grew loss equal to tho deed he had resolved to commit. He handed the waiter a greenback in payment of his bill, and dallied with the finger bowl while tho waiter went to get the change. The change came back on the silver plate, two quarter pieces lying, as usual, a bit aloof from the rest of the change. Tho man's eye sought that of the waiter as he tremblingly reached for the change, and he beheld on the negro's face an expression of expectancy almost realized. With a difficult simulation of calmness ho succeeded in grasping all the change, including tho two quarter pieces. Daring not to look at the waiter's countenance, he hastened from the room looking as if he had committed a crime. "I felt so, too," he said, as he related the incident afterward, "and I won't subject myself to that feeling again for any consideration. I could fool that waiter's glance of contempt upon my back." A woman finds it quite easy to bo morally bravo under such circumstances. Why is it so? and tons' over the breakwater" at Over 800 tons of such blocks washed 300 feet lip the being thrown weffl tfie ntpf e water and scattered » uoUt , h var.ons , blook of limeSt °' d Saled to b,f fifteen tons' weight, was mov«d over 150 feet from a place in"l ™ °urf, where it had been firmly 1 since 1697, it having fint the awful gale or mo Windy Christina:/' of that year. This is quite a high soa record for 1890, showing that the gale of was the, worst known on the ScotUsn coast for 193 years.__ DUNKARDS WITH AN R. TelogrHpher's Itlundttr that Startled inul Alystlflml n Station Agent. One day a party of twenty-five Dunkards was en I'oute to the general conference, via St. Louis. No agent accompanied them, and a telegram was sent to Union Depot Passenger Agent lionner to "meet twenty Dunk- arils." Tho religious education of the telegraph opurtilor who received the mess- ago had been neglected. Ho had never heard of the Dunkards, and, supposing a mistake had been made, he just in- sorted tho letter "r," and when Bonner received the message it read: "Meet No. 4, Twenty drunkards aboard. Look after them," Bonuer was somewhat taken aback. He did ijot know but than an inebriate asylum had broken lose, uut anyway prompt action was necessary. The twenty drunkards must be desperate men or tho dispatch would not have been sent, and murder might have been committed on the road. Bonner posted oil' to police headquarters, and his story did not loose in the tolling. The Chief of Police, alive to the-exigencies of the situation, made a special detail of ten policemen and a patrol wagon. The policemen were drawn up iu line at the depot, aud intense excitement prevailed among the numerous depot loungers, a rumor having gained cur* reney that ti desperate band of train robbers was on the incoming train. Charles J. Wimple.oneof the Wealthiest miners of Mexico, is a recent arrival in San Francisco. To a representative of the Call he told the following wonderful story. "You have asked me to give an account of the interesting mountain my friend, Jesse D. Grant, and myself saw during our trip through Mexico en route to this city. Well, that mountain is at once one of the most gigantic exhibitions of man's handiwork, and something almost beyond credence were we not already familiar with the works of the Aztecs. "Just imagine a valley forty by thirty miles in area, aud from its ceU- ter rising a mound over 1,200 feet in height. Then you can realize the first ell'ect created upon our minds, when we came before tho hill I am to describe. My foreman was with us, and had partly prepared us for the surprise, but we had treated his story with incredulous remarks, and had by no means suspected he had but given a modest description of the mound. # "We gazed to tho top and allowed our eyes to follow the windings of a road down to the base. We went around Ihe base and conjectured it was about one and a half miles in circumference. Then we started for the summit. The roadway was built of solid rock clear to the pinnacle, and was from thirty to forty feet in width. A wall of solid rock formed a foundation and an inside wall at the same time. The outer edge of the road was unguarded. These stones weigh all the way up to a ton each, and are not cemented. The roadway is as level as a floor, and is covered with broken pieces of earthenware water vessels. "Half way up tho mountain is an altar cut iu solid rock; in the niche is a bowlder which must weigh at least six tons. The bowlder is of different stone from that used iu the walls. The rocks in the walls are dressed by skilled workmen, but aro not polished. We saw no inscriptions; in fact, we had no time to spare in making a searching investigation. We did look for arrow- , ., , , -, - . , heads or other warlike implements to l -M 1 ? 8 Illlo . ut1 . the S" 1 ^satisfy ourselves that the mounds had! "' C wlll . llcscellU tllls beautiful, not been used for defensive or offensive purposes. Nor was there any evidence to prove that the roadway had been built for the purpose of witnessing bull fights and other sports in the valloy. I could only conclude that the Aztec sun worshipers expended years of labor on the hill in order that they might have an appropriate place to celebrate their imposing festivals, inasmuch as the roadway was strewn with broken earthenware, and those scions of a bygone and notable race wore known to carry at'sunrise largo ^quantities of water in earthenware jars to an e.mi- nence and then pour out the liquid aud smash the vessels. "Whon we descended we brought with usa number of small sea shells which had petrified, and if you look at these on my table you will see how they have been perforated by the Indians. We again took a long look at Iho mountain aud saw il was oblong in shape aud that the upward road commenced on the eastern sido. I have traveled on both sides of the mountains from British Columbia to Central America, aud on either sido of the Sierra Mtulros where the cliff-dwellers have left such remarkable mementos of ihoir skill and cusloms, but I have never witnessed anything so wonderful and magnificent as the mound which I have been telling you about. "The valloy is about 600 feet above the sea level,aucl is aboutsevont" miles from the coast. It issiluated iu Sonora, boi ween the cities of Altar and Magdalena, and near the Magdalena river. We called the curiosity Palisade mountain, and is well named." Native Australian Handiwork. Iu an article on the abori<>'inos of Australia' W. T. Wyndham speaks of tho skill with which the natives use stuno implements. "They turn out work," ho says, "that you would hardly behove possible with such rotHi implements. They show great iu<£)- uuity, particularly in making tlieir harpoon heads fo* spearing du"-on»and tish; instead of shaving the wood up aud down with tho grain as a European workman would do t| 1L . v i urn tho wood for a spear head round ami chip it oil' across tlio grain, working it as wooden boxes aro turned on a lathe. I have often sat ami watched them doing this." Cattle Killed by Elks. A ranchman living ou the Satsop Col., missed three head of cattle and noticing a congregation of buzzards u short distance awav proceeded to make au investigation and found all three ol the animals lying dead, their bones all broken, their horns knocked otf scarpoly any hair left on thorn, and thu ground arouud thorn all torn uu with elk tracks. Apparently a baud ol oik hud come up and attacked them au opening, hooked and butted doivu. aucl pawed aud stamped to death, J m them thenj Causht by tho Proofreader. Here aro three contributions to the collection of typographical errors nipped in the bud by the prosaic proofreader: , . -He (the late Dr. G—) spent for« vears of his life in tcachingdeaf mulff how to road and write." , Read mutes for mules, and you have a less quixotic hut scarcely so poetic a, task assigned to the late Dr. G . From a thrilling adventure story: ••Rjaring through the thick fog, from the direction in which the young girl was running, came the loud sound of noses." ••\Yavcs" instead of "noses" made the passage road better. This is from a biographical sketch: • Iu the prime of his life and strength he was carried away by a pullet at the battle of Five Forks." There have been chickens, perhaps, which seemed to tlieir eaters to have had sullieient muscular development to enable thorn to carry a strong man away, but this compositor's "pullet" was' only a "bullet."— Boston Tran- snripl. Pun in the Alps. Mountain-climbing has its diversions as well as its terrors and excitements. Victor Tissot, in La Sucssa Inconnue, describes an amusing experience in Switzerlard while descending the Pic Languard: The descent was accomplished in an hour. It was a pleasure party, a fete. I found myself with a gay party of Austrian tourists, with whom I speedily became acquainted. Arriving at the top of a great declivity of frozen, snow, tho guide stopped and dressing himself to the ladies: "Should yon like to amuse yourselves a littleP" "We should not be'Viennese if we refused. Yes, let us amuse ourselves. The snow is so delightful." Imputibut and curious, they quickly grouped themselves about the iruide. "Well, . snowy slope in a few minutes without the smallest danger. It is ouly necessary that the ladies should have courage. This is how wo proceed. Each gentleman must seat himself and take a lady behind him, holding her firmly by the ankles. At ray signal you must all let yourselves slide clown. It is not difficult and we shall gain half au hour." This manner of descending, much used in the Alps, was new to the Indies, aud seemed to them both droll and original. Each of us seated ourselves on an overcoat, folded in four, and the ladies on their shawls, which were drawn over thoir knees. At the word of command we set off, drao'^in" our companions, laughing and utferinS little shrieks. Some awkward couples cimio to grief, but not seriously and the adventure terminated without further incident. At the foot of Ihe slopa tho travelers, a little giddy from the headlong journey, rose, powdered with snow, and shook themselves like water"°o s which had just crossed a river. Copper Jewelry. The Indian women of the Southern Mi(? n i,!,°,i ooiutl C;lpt!lil1 JollQ Smi "v said, had copper pendants, Mangtmks ben n tilled "their great plates thereof." The Vir» Indians valued copper, and had a custom of throwing /ju'Ws in the rivet- when passing their In; ' A common ornament of the" ""•" "a broad piece ( the of 'p.'SS$« && eigbtiuolw durjng i^v .j,,,, ,:, ..,„,,..,

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