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Algona, Iowa
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THE tfjpPER WM MQINES, At.anNA.4oWA. AFRILZOj 1892. to Vlciia. t sing the hymn of the conquered—who fell in i- the rattle of life, The hymn of the wounded, the bcntcti, trtio died o'cfwholmpd In tho strife, ' Not the jubilant Bong of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim Of nations was lifted In chorus, whose brow* wore tho chnplet of fame,— But the hymn of the low (inrt the humble, the weary, tho broken In heart. Who strove and who ,fnlled—acting bravely ft •silent and desperate ports Whose youth bore no flower on its branches, whoso hopes burned in nslies away, Prom whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at, who stood at the dying of day With the wreck of their life all around them— unpltled, tinheaded, nlone— with (loath swooping down on their failure, all but their fnlth overthrown: While the voice of the world shouts its chorus —ita i>a-n for those who have won— While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the sun Glad banners are waving—hands clapping— and hurrying feet Thronging after the lam ...... j laurel-crowned victors—I s'tuncl on the field of detent In the shndow—with thoso who have fallen, nnd wounded, and there Chant n reiiulem low, pluc'o my hand on their pain-knotted brown, breathe a prayer; Hold the hand, that Is helpless and whisper— —"They only the victory win. Who have fought Die good light and have vanquished tlic demon tlmt tempts us within; Who have held to their faith unseduced by tho I)i'l7.e that the world holds on high. Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, light—if need bo, to die." Speak, History 1 Who are life's victors? Un' roll thy foirg annals, I say- Are they those whom tho world calls the victors, who won the success of a day? The mnrtyrsor Nero! -The Spartans who fell nt Tiicriuopyhc'a tryst, Or tho Persians and Xerxes? Ills judges or Socrates? 1'llato or Christ? —W. W. Story. ST. PIRAN. 'Tis known well enough how St. Piran crossed the sea from Ireland on a mill-stone, and how he landed and settled oti the north coast of Cornwall, •where, he mightily improved the folks' manners and discovered tin for. them and taught them a pretty laziness which he called The Rapture uv Con- timplatin'. This was fifty years before he grew old,and some while before any big rush of saints began to pour into the country; for 'twas not • till the tin was discovernd that they sprang up thick as blackberries among us. So that in a way 'twas St. Piran's own fault that his idle ways grew to be a scandal by comparison with these bustling fellows. The old man had never a notion that all the holy men from Rome to the Land's End were holding up their hands over his case. He sat in his cottage above the sands at Perranza- Luloe and dozed to the hum of the breakers, in charity ' with all his parishioners to whom his money was as free as the salt wind. This sleeping partnership in the tin-streaming trade brought him in a tidy sum every year, and a growing one, i'or his junior partner, St. Chynoweth, was pushing the business wonderfully. And the folk knew that if ever they wanted spiritual counsel they had only to knock and ask for it. But one fine morning, an-hour before noon, tlie whole parish sprang to its font ivt the sound of a horn. The sound was twice repeated, and came from the little cottage across the sands. "'Tis the blessed Saint's cow-horn," they told each other. "Sure, the dear mail,must be in the article of death." And they hurried olV to tho cottage, man,woman and child; for 'twas thirty years at least since the horn had been Bounded.. They found St. Piran in his armchair, looking good for another twenty years, but considerably llustered, and with the cow-horn in his hands. "Andrew Ponhaligon," said he to the ill's t. man. that entered, "go you out and ring the church bell." Tho man ran off. "But, blossod father of us," said one or two, "we're all here. There's no cull to ring the church boll, seem' you're neither' dead nor afire, blossamorcy!" '•Oli, if you're nil hero, that alters the caso; for'tis only a proclamation I hiivo to give you, at present. Tomorrow nujriiin'- —Glory be to Gotl!— fit ton in tho forenoon I givo warnin' tlmt divine service will* take place in tho parish church. An'soyjouM best sot to and clean out tho edilico, for I'm thinkin'," he added, "it'll be needin' that." "You're savtin you're not feelin' poorly, St. Piran, dear! 1 " asked one of the women. '•'Tisn't that at all," tho Saint answered, "but I've had a vision." "Don't you often?" "ll'm but this was a particular vision; or 'may bo a bit of a small bird came and whispered it into my ear. Any way, 'twas rovoalod to mo just now in a dream that all tho saints were sittin' togi.'tlier at Hoi'lim anil plottin' against us. There was St. Potroc in th» chair, an' St. Guron, St. Noot, St. Udy, St. Enodar, St. Fimbarrus, St. Toath, St. Won, St. Voryan, St. Probus, St. Kovorno.St. Just—the whole passol of 'om. An' they were agreoin' there was no holiness left in this parish of mino. ''Twas all very well,' said St. Noot, when his turn camo to speak, 'but this state o' things ought to be exposed.' He's as big as bull's beef, that fellow, ever since bo performed that miracle over the fishes, and reckons ho can disparage an old man who was inakin 1 mill-stones to float when ho was just ablo to suck a coral. But tho upshot is that they're goin' to pay us a visitation to-morrow, by surprise. And, if only for the parish credit, we'll be oven wid urn, by uad!" St. Piran only lapsed into his native Irish when strongly excited. But he had hardly done, when Andrew Pcnhaligon came running'in— "St. Piran, dear, I've looked everywhere; an' be bunged to mo if 1 can iiml the church at all!" "What's become of ut?" cried the Saint, sitting up sharply. "JImv do 1 know? But devil a trace can 1 see." "It was there, I'll bo sworn," said St. Piran. "That's a Irue word," said the old man, "for 1 remember it well. An elegant tower it had, tin' a shingle rout 1 ." ... "Spaku iip, now," said the Saint.ghir- ing around; "which . uv yo's gone an' mislaid my parush church? For! won't believe," be said, "that it's any worse than carcliissniiss—at Itiste, nut yet-a- bit." Some remembered the church, and 8omo did not; but the faces of all wore clear of guilt. They trooped out to search. .-, NoW the saftdi.'by Pelran?abnToe are forever shifting ana driving bjefere the northerly .arif n<fr'ifest£-ly*fal<a, afed in time fiad heapbtl thdteiselvts up and covered the buildihg_ out of sight. It did not take the Saint long to guess this; but the pity was that no one remembered exactly where the church had stood, and as there was a*score of tall mounds along'the shore, and all of a height more or less equal-, there was no knowing where to dig* To uncover them all was a job to last till doomsday. "Blur-an-asrors. but it's ruinad T am!" cried ot. fir'an. "Ana tlie Visitashmi ho further a way .than ta- morra at 10 a. m.!" , He wrung his hands; then caught up ( a spade and began digging; aWay at haphazard,-like'a madman. • . 'They searched all that day, and with lanterns all the night through; but came on never a Sign of the missing church. "If it only had a-spire," they said, "we might have some chance." But as far as could be recollected, the build- ivig had only a dumpy tower. It was at sunrise that St. Piran,worn out and heartsick,- spoke from one of the tall mounds, where he had been digging for an hour. "Sly childrc-n," he said, and they all uncovered their he:ids, "we are going to'be disgraced, this day, an' the best we^can do is to pray that we may bear it like men. Let us pray." He knelt on the great sandhill, and the men and women around went on their knees also. And then St. Piran prayed the famous prayer that has made his name famous all the world over. "Hear us,'O, Lord," he said, "and'be debonairj for purs is a very- particular case. We arc not like the men of v St. Neot, or those of St. Udy, who are bothering Thee with supplications and praj'crs every day of the week and upon the slightest occasion. It is only with great cause that we bring ourselves, as now, to trouble Thee. Therefore, regard us and help us now. Amen." There was silence for a moment or two as he ceased; and then'; the kneeling parishioners lifted up ! th'eic eyes toward the top of the mound!" St. Piran was nowhere to be seen! They stared and looked at each other. A few of .the women began to sob. "Hullo! Hiish a-bit, and hearken!" criond Andrew Penhaligon. suddenly. A muffled voice was calling as -it were from the bowls of the earth. "Fetch a ladder!" it said; "fetch a ladder. I've found 'en, sonnies—I've found 'on!" They brought a ladder, and set it against the mound. Three of the men climbed up. At the top they discovered a, largo round hole, from the top of which they scraped the sand away, uncovering a patch of shingle roof, through which St. Piran—whose weight had increased with ago—had broken and, tumbled into his own church. * * # * » Throe hours later, when the Visitation found the parish deserted. Every cottagn door was fast closed,nor could any amount of knocking elicit an answer. St. Piran's small hut was empty. A meager breakfast of herbs was set out.on the table, and a scourge lay somewhat ostentatiously beside the platter. Outside the beach stretched away beside the breakers, with not a human shape in sight. .•, : - : The visiting saints paced tho sand in some wonder. They were still wpjulor- ing, when a dull, rhythmical sound arrested their feet. "What on earth—" began St. Neot. "It sounds," said St. Petroc.who had been listening for Etfme:mombnts, with his head on one side, "it sounds very much like a hymn." They proceeded a few paces and tho noise grew louder. p It led them at length to an enormous mound of sand, ti'orn tlie top ot wnicn tne cnant was pouring, as fire from a crater. The saints set their ears to the sandy wall. They walked round it' and listened again. Finally, St., I?etroc knocked, and shouted loudly.'/ i ' ' • : The chant ceased. ,r* For a full minute nothing happened; and then St. Diran's head was thrust cautiously forward over the summit. "Holy St. Potroc! Is it you after all? And St. Neot-7-and St; Eiiodar. O glory be 1 " , *• " ; "Why, who-' did you imagine we were?" St. Pot rob asked,still in amassment. "Why, throat-cutting Danes, to bo sure, by the way you., wore coinihg over the hills when wo spied you, tin-en hours back. And the trpublo wij've had to cover up our blessed church out of sight of thim marautherin' tlueyes! An' the in tiro parish gathered msido hero, an' singin! holy songs in ex- pootashun of present' death. An' to think 'twas you holy men, all the while! But why didn't ye send word ye was oomin'j St. ' Pe'troc, darlint? For it's little but sand ye'll iiml for breakfast, I'm thinkin'." •— Arthur Quitler Couch. ' Princes OH tho Downward Grade. Italian princes are : decidedly on tho downward jr-ado. Of Prince Borghese's bankruptcy I have already spokon. Ho is at tho present moment in an Austrian lunatic asylum. Prince Odescalchi has likewise experienced such heavy losses in real-estate Kpocu- lations that in order to make both omls meet ho has actually boon forced to lit up the ground iloor of his superb palace at Homo as a winoroom, where Hungarian wines are sold, both wholesale and retail, by beautiful Hungarian girls arrayed in their national dross. Another Prince Odosi-ak'hi, tho brother of tho one abovo referred to, has started a kind of Coney Island at Ladispoli, which bids fail' to prove a groat linancial suc.coss. Prince Sciarra of the grijijt Colonna family has attempt- all to oko out n subsistence by means of a somewhat-scurrilous newspaper, which has recently coino to grid 1 and landed him in the bankruptcy court. These are only a 1'ow of tho many members of tho old patrician families of Rome who have fallen from their high os'uto.— M T. /iVi!<i»''A'»'. i HORRIBLE SCREAM Ofv THE SHELL. Hot*: f» Man Pfepls When He Heart it for tue Fir*t Time. „ -, The talk tutned upori personal cour-' ago in a conversation I had the other day with an aide-de-camp of Gen, Al- c^ander Hays, says a writer in the Pittsburg Dispatch. The veteran;who had^the name of being the most daring aide on H'ays's staff, said: ''Jou ask me how I felt when I- first Smelt powder, 'so • to speak—Well, after the lapse of all these years I'm almost ashamed to tell you. I was ^panic- stricken, scared out. my senses, my courage oozed out of me i'n.ari instant, and a small boy could ha've captured me without trouble. This, awful ex- v perience came after I had been about, a year in. the army. The regiment of infantry in which'. 1 was was preparing to go into camp.. We were a few miles outsido^of Ydrk'town, which was in.the possession of the Confedorates.butncme of us, not even our officers, realized, the proximity of the enemy.- There' were some cattle with the army,' aritt somehow or other some of my comf rades and I were'part of the 6ro\vd that drove the beeves to the place where they were to ,bo slaughtered. We-formed a circle, a'sort of bull-ring,, and fell to skylarking and firing with our pistols at the cattle as they .ran hither and thither. - It was all'.laughter and shouting. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, a sound 'that We had never heard before arose above the clariior. It was a sort of Whirring : howl, lasting a few second's only, but long enough to strike terror into;our' hearts. Tho men who had,; been as' gay and noisy as schoolb6ys';a minute; before were dumb. I don't remember how they behaved. ' " •—; ; '','"'' My own affairs kept me^busy. I'ifelt as if my boots,,, .were nailed to- the- ground. They wouldn't in,ove,; neither- would my leg's—in f act. T had lost con-- 1 trol of my body. I was perfectly limp;and my knees sagged v out. '-That w,as' at the first strange* sb'iind, as of some deadly bird flying qyqrheacU I hardly realized, mind 'you, that the'enemy was shelling us. •'•All,'.I- knew for.-&ure was that somehow.:-my life, which I had enjoyed so much a'niinuto before, was in danger.' I --wanted to run. but- my legs wouldn't pbeymcj• Twp shells passed over mo Before I |: coiil,d;'shako oil tlie paraVy'sis. Their I ran -as -I never ran before, or since, >vith a professional sprinter's speed, to ..the shelter of the wpod's'from 1 Which mir regiment had only just omerged;'.'A second- terror as I reached.the first scattering trees. I had.sele.cted one, a big follow;,- as, my refuge,',, and when! reached it three other men. who- were crouched ^behind it pushed me violently away, sji'ying-thero: wasn't>room .for more. Sh'ells were still-in the air, and with,;: te.rrOr I-pursued my flight.' When'at ; last I-fell exhausted upon the ground beyond the Jr'ange of the enemy's artillery I almost lost consciousness for'a while. "Nobody was killed by those shells, but tho 'Robs' must have laughed to see us run, and laughed louder yet when our cattle ran into their lines as thpy did. I felt more or less nncom- fottable- always in going into battle afterward, but never again lost my ilurvo as I did at my (ire-baptism before Yorktown." '•- .Charlemagne's Rose Bush. ' The oldest rose bush in the World is at Hildershelm, in Hanover. It was planted more than l.OOJ years ago by Cbarlomagno, in commemoration of ajvisit mudo to him by the ambassador o)' tho Caliph Haroun al Raschid. After it had become a flourishing vine a cathedral'-, was. built over it. It is kiipwn, however, that a coflin-shaped vlinlt. was built around its sacred roots in the year 818, tho vault and bush surviving a tiro which destroyed the enUuulral in 1140. Tho bush is now twenty-six foot high and covers thirty- twu foot of tho wall.- The slom, after 1,.).) > years' growth, is only two inches iu-dia'motor. THE RUINS IN MASHONALANP. Air. Hcnt Stimmurl/.ttn tho Arcluoologlcal KcsuH.s of Ilia. I.nhara, Mr. Theodore Bout,- who spent several months last year examining tho ancient ruins in Mashonahind, has epitomized tho "arcli'niological results of his labors. Ho has not yet returned to England, as he has stopped at Lisbon on his way homo in order, if possible, to find in tho archives facts concerning tho early Portuguese occupancy of tho country which may throw some light upon these still ancient works. Ho was engaged at.Zimbabwe during tho months of Juno, July, and part of August, keeping a force of native laborers excavating among tho ruins. Tho largo circular building which has been pictured in the Hun he found to be a perfect specimen of an ancient Phallic templo. Parallels to this temple are to bo found in tho round temples at Malta and the temples at Sam- othrace and elsewhere. Tho Phoenician coin of Byblos is a curiously exact representation of tho templo at Zimbabwe. Mr. Bent does not moan to imply that Zimbabwe is of Phoenician origin, but its origin is kindred and is to be found in the mystic religions of the oast which spread westward. Some distance from tho templo are tho remains of tho fortress, where many more discoveries worn made. On a summit, approached with elaborate system of fortifications had boon erected, regardless of labor and strategic value. A wall 13 foot thick and 30 foot high runs along tho edge of a sheer precipice, itself !)U foot higli. This wall is surmounted by monoliths alternating with small round towers, and is again protected by an inner wall. It is hard to account for this redundancy of defense. Tho most numerous discoveries wore in what was onco the temple of tho fortress. Tho outer walls of this temple had boon decorated with carved birds on the top of sofipslono pedestals, all archaic in design. One bore on its pedestal and wings a well-known Phallic symbol and one had its boak intact, showing it to bo meant for a vulture or raven. Iron bolls wore found of curious form, doubtless use.I for temple service. In the middle of tho building stood an altar made of small granite blocks. About -forty more objects wore found in and -around the templo, nips'*, of them so rey,Ustie us to leave no d<j St as to theirTpurpoft. Matty tfdgments of pottery of excqllent glaze, and work r mafiship-were also found.- The pat- were also »n»»«»»»»— .—,---- ^ , war, including' a gilt..spear-head, and . in one. corner were fragments of ; Persian an'd Celadott china, doubtless exchanged for gold by traders of .some remote period. •>.''• ''• •' : . The : most; interesting discpveneg were' those ' in *n'r.*ietjtibn with the working of 'gold*.' A gold smeltittg furnace of a hard! oeroeut was among 'the' ; discoveries. '.'JNeatT it w,ere many cement, cr-ucibles',' in which are still fix.e.d in the glaze many specks of gold aboiat the/size of-a pin's head. Hard , by in a ch'asm between two bowlders lay all the' rejected/ quflrtz casings from which" the gptd-be,a;ring quartz •had been extracted'jirior;,to crushing, proving' bey chid adotibiE that 'these rltins,' though' J th'erns'elv ; e's far retaoved from any gold reef;:'were the capital of a gold-prodiicing people who had 'chosen thiiji.' hill fortress, with its granite bowlders on account of its peculiar, strategic advantages. 1 ' Many tools for extracting gold'" from the furnaces, burnishe'rsVcrushers,.etc., wore found. Tlierp'firo many.'dther ruins in the immediate neighborhood of Zimbabwe presentlng.the'sanie features. In fact, the wimple country from the Lumli river, to',.;the;Zanibesi is studded with them;. 'They have the same architect; ural^oatureslaiid were certainly erect- led-by ;,lho gamo.,race.,' Fifteen cases of Mrj-Bent's collection are now on their way to\.England. Mr. Bout has not yet had time.fully to develop his tho- orltis the origin of these discoveries",.though he has proven,,be- '.yqnd a doubt that at a very early day l this-region was inhabited- by a people who did not' originate-in Africa, who iwero'-ady'anced in civilization, who Hvere undoubtedly great explorers,and, -. having in. the coin-so of thoirlong trav- <els found- gold in this country, sent 'colonies i to occupy tho land... It is the ..remains of tho immense structures they rcnreiU.'uul of tho objects they mado-rtthab in these days have been discovered where now only a simple, Savage people reside.— N. Y. Sun. ',-'• Many People in China. , Not many years ago the population of China was estimated-at about 500.000,000 souls. This was reduced ten ..years ago to 405,000.000. More recent .and thorough investigation, the result of which lias just been published by the famous^Gorman statisticians,Supan and Wagner, places the number at 350,000,000. As these figures have been arrived at after an immense amount of labor and care it is hardly likely they will be changed in any great degree by future estimates. As will be observed "the last reduces the figures 150,000,000, or nearly two and a half.times the population of the United States. Truly a trem'o'ndous difference, but has the reader over stopped to consider the immensity of the figures remaining? Idly sounding thorn on the tongue gives one no real idea of what is comprised in a number reaching nine ligures, especially when that number represents human beings. Three hundred .and tifty . millions is within 7,870,0.)0 of fie population of entire Europe. If China organized its army on a basis comparatjvo with those of European governments and went to war it would require a combination embracing every country on tho European confine'^, to resist the intruder. Tho wonderful army of Xerxes would be as nothing in comparison with the Mongolian horde. Another way is to take the total population nnd compare it with anything else of magnitude that can be reduced to simple ligures. For instance, if you-stood every Chinese individual on his foot and side by side, allowing eighteen inches for each one, you would have a continuous lino of 99,432 miles long, or very nearly four times around the earth. Stand them on- top of each other, feet on head, and allowing an average stature of 5 feet (5 inches to each individual, you would have a string of Chinamen that would roach to the moon, around it and half- \vay back to tho earth on the othor sido. If each person in China consumes an average of five pounds of food daily it would require 319,375,000 tons to food tho people u year. There is only one small thing about the Chinese nation and that is its national debt. That a?uounts to only $38,500,000. It strikes me as being greatly to tho credit jf a people who could freo themselves entirely from obligation by ' the assessment .of 11 cents per capita. In our own country, with all its greatness, about $24.90. vrouiu oe requiruu num.every man, woman and child to square our account completely.— Pittsburg Dispatch. A Natural Sphinx. In Surrey county, N. C., there is a mountain whose outline displays a startling likeness to the Sphinx of Egypt. It is in tho northwestern part of tho stato, just oast of tho Blue Ridgo range, and lies prone upon tho Piedmont Plains. At a distance of ten miles tho figure is tho exact counterpart of that of a gigantic lion, Hs body lit right angles to the precipitous ridgo, and with head reared aloft as if in the act of rising. Tho head and nook are of solid rock, several hundred feet in height, tho shoulders and breast which support them being finely rounded off by nature and seeming half buried in the grass of the surrounding meadows. When lookinu- at the figure, although removed twenty- live miles distant from it, the thou"ht haunts one that it must bo a thim^of life and intelligence. ° Winding AVatohos. A dealer in watches of thirty years' experience says that ho has linown many men who have tried to wind their watches every morning instead of at night, but has never known one to succeed. Thoro are moil who wind their watches at a fixed hour every day, but men in general ure accustomed to wind them just bpforo goinn-to bod, and thoy seem unable to cha7i«-e that habit. ° HAD to BE BRAVE. His at JEJi-andy Station. What I relate are facts which actually befell me, says a writer in the Richmond Dispatch. '.The greatest, cavalry battle..ever fought on the American continent '.took P 13 - 136 .'^ Brand y Station the 9th. of June, 1863. At early dawn the federal advance •rnai-d crossed the Rappahannock and cb.aroed.our outposts with such vigor thaUhey entered our-camp at thftir keels. Most of 'my regiment (Sixth Virginia) had turned their horses out the'eveniiig before* and not more than fifty of us were prepared to taofthl. Our reveille was the crack'df the pistol and carbine of the foe. The* fifty men were quickly mounted, formed, ana ordered to charge. Not a moment was to be lost, as some of.the enemy s advance were in our artillery camp. . I was the unfortunate possessor of an untamed Bucephalus' that no rider .on earth could control., I had experienced this on three former occasions. But what could I do, charge or .not charge? that was the question. Although I knew full well that my wild charger would lead the van of course, I must pharge. In front was a heavily wooded forest of pine shrub and black jack, through which ran a narrow country road. No time was to be lost; therefore there was little ceremony. The usual commands—trot, march, gallop, charge—were omitted, and the gallant Shumate, who mustered the fifty, simply yelled "Charge!" and away we flew down the winding road through the dark forest, all yelling like Indians. My horse bowed his neck,-' and placing his mouth against his breast. I was helpless, and away-'he fairly flow What could I do? Pull off tho road I could not; stop I could not. Away he went. I looked around, but there was no one in sight. We had left the others far behind. I knew that in a few seconds one solitary cavalryman, would be rushing into tho midst of the foe. One moment more, and I saw drawn up across my path a -double line of federal cavalry. It may bo,-1 thought, they will see my predicament and let me through; it may be that they will not lire, but how could they know that my horse was running away. They must have thought the devil was coming, for up went at least 100 carbines, a crash, a cloud of smoke, and with one terrible plunge and groan my steed fell in.the woods, pierced by several balls. How I escaped God only knows. In a few minutes I heard our boys coming clown the road. A volley from the federal line, but onward they went, and I mounting a horse belonging to a lieutenant of company H, who was killed here joined in. We broke this regiment—the eighth New York—Lieut. Owen Ailing killing its brave commander, Col. Davis. Ther came tlje Eighth Illinois, and quickei than some of us came we wont. That night, after the battle was over—for it lastetl all clay—the boys overwhelmed me with compliments Never saw such dash! such courage Charles O'Malley! Murat! and so on. But what was the laughter and merriment when I innocently observed "Confound it boys, my horse ran away with me." An Isolated Race. Plants grow faster betwooi> 4 and ' ° tU ° V the' da' uriu g . In 1813 Sir John Ross discovered an isolated race of human beings numbering about two hundred souls, living on the inhospitable shores of North Greenland says a writer in Scribner^s Maga- zinc; To this community lie gave the romantic name of "Arctic Highlanders," a name which unfortunately is misleading, for thpy are a littoria people and cannot inhabit the arctic highland, as it is an everlasting ice cap, and morever they will not even visit it, for this inland ico is to them a region of terror, a land were abide their demons and evil spirits. At the present day thoy number, as near as can be estimated, about the same as when the knowledge of them camo to the civilized world; nor have thoy increased their territory, but live on the narrow strip of mountainous coast, which is left bare during tho summer months by tho retreat of the winter snows. They could not be more cut off from other human beings did they live on an island, for they are surrounded by water; by great ex panses of solid water; for thoy never pass the ice barrier of the great Hum boldt Glacier, with its sea face of sixty miles; they never ascend to tho sum mor foot of the "ice-blink," some two thousand feet above sea level, nor attempt to wander south over the vast ice-lloes of Melville Bay, one hundroc miles in extent. At 79 dog, north latitude, near the southern edge of the Ilumboldt Glacier, is a collection o: huts known as Etah, their most northern settlement, while at Cape York, in latitude 75 dog. 55 min. north, probably their largest encampment, is their (Southern limit, and which, as near as wo could determine by tho si<ni language, they call Pit-anito. Their country may bo said to bo about one hundred and eighty-live miles long and from three to live miles in breadth. Geu. Cuckoo. Many hard-worked individuals in other lands than Russia will appreciate the longing for liberty which attends tho coming of spring. In America it is, perhaps, when wo hear tho bluebird calling, instead of the cuckoo, that wo long to "run away," but what- o\ei the musical summons, it is not to bo denied. Hundreds of convicts at the mines in Kara, says Geor»e Kennan in "Siberia and the Exile tfj stein » escape in the summer and live a wa u- fci*' llfchl , tho for ° 8t - T1 '° signal ft) i tliis annual movement is given by the cuckoo, whoso notes announce the beginning of tho warm season. 1 ho cry of the bird is taken as ovi J mice that an escaped convic can oneo more live in the forest, and to run away is, i,, convict sin, g , to "go To Won. Kukushka for - water-soanea gjrpuna, endure &«* ships innumerable, and face death every step; but in spite of all thia th cannot heat the., first soft notes oft cuckoo without feeling a. passing ongirig for" the adventures that ail bend the life of a bfodyag— a vagrant or tramp. " • • • 6 Ul "I had once a convict servant,"- aaHl a prison official at.Kara,-."who wagons I of these irreclaimable' Vagrants an! who rah away periodically for the mere pleasure of livic-j a nomadic life. He always suffered terrible hard, ships; he had no hop^e of eseapino-f^jjl Siberia, and he, was invariably brought I back in fetters and severely punished I Still, nothing could break him of thj[ practice. "Finally, after he had become old and Tray*headed, he came to me one morn, ing in early summer and said: 'Bairn I wish you would please have me WcM ed up.' 'Locked up?' said I. '\V da t for? What have you been doing?"" "'I have HOD been doing anything'i said he. 'but you know I am a brodyaJ I have run away many times, and if "j am not locked up I shall run away again. I am old and gray now. I j can't stand the life in the woods and I don't want to run away, but if I hear Gen. Kukushkn calling me 1 4 must go, Please do mo the favor to IqJk mo up, your high nobility, so that I can't go.' 1 "He was locked up and.kopt in prison, most of the summer. When he lie was released the fever of unrest had' left him and ho was quiet, docile and contented.^ Newspaper English. Those wlio criticise newspaper style or newspaper English should drop into I an oillco sometime about or after mid. night, or, if it be an evening paper, a few minutes before going to press, Tho editor wishes to "get a start" cm a reporter's work. Almost before ho has a page written it is taken from him, read, and sent to the compositors, Many a time have I had tho editor, or a boy for him, wait at my elb.ow in I a most "tantalizing and annoying way] till tho page was finished, snatch it, and hurry away, leaving nothing as^a I guide for yie composition of the rcstbll the article but tho number at the topi of the new page. There is no opportunity to correct little slips, no chance to improve on grammatical construe-1 tion, no guard save memory againstre-l duplication. By tho time the last page' is written the first is in typo, and tlie\ foreman of the pressroom is impatient-1 ly waiting for tho last, lines in ordurto lock up tho forms. The reporter can I not emulate Milton's example and write! six linos a Hay. He can not rewrite oil interline his copy. Ho has to scribble! it under pressure. Tho first dash has to I go. And it is a wonder that there are I so few mistakes in the daily press, nnd I that the literary style is as good as it I is. The'modern newspaper is in every! way one of the marvels of the ago.—j Inland Printer. "Many AVorser Girls." Prof. Chapman, professor of rhetoric] at Bowdoin college, was tho bright, I particular star of the alumni dinner! the other night, says tho Boston Herald, I He boomed tho little institution "away I down in Maine" in a way that delight-1 ed the boys. "Bowdoin may have' failings," he - said, "but I've known many a worse alma mater than she. i In Ibis respect I feel like the little] daughter of a friend of mine in Portland. She had just mastered the art I of expressing herself in intelligent I sentences. One day she had dona I something for which her mamma had! to reprove her. Tho lady gave her! daughter a sound lecture, and then! told her to go up-stairs, alone, to her! room, and to ask God to forgive her! error. In a few minutes she was sur-j prised to see tho baby come downstairs again, appear in the sitting- room, and stand back with a great! deal of seriousness. 'Well, did you go np and do what I told you?' asked the fond mother. -Yes,' replied the guilty one, 'and God said, "Great Scott, Elsie Murray, I've' known a great many worser girls than you." Bringing Him Down. A pleasant little story comes by way of tho White House. There was a young man in Washington during January who was born and raised iu Indiana and who was well known there as a boy by Mrs. Harrison. For two or three years past ho has lived in New ,.j York and has become an utterly utter >| swell, with all the affectations and 1 othor evidences of lofty civilization in-T oidental to the class. Ho attended one of tho receptions at-. tho White House,-and .when he went | forward to shake hands'with Mrs. Har v rison ho hold his hand away up high and across his chest, as is tho custom of some. Mrs. Harrison noticed it instantly, and with a quizzical little smile as she put out her hand at the, proper level, she remarked: , j "0, now, Tom, come down from] thoro. You know you never learned, that out on tho Wabash." '„' Tom oamo down.— Detroit Fret Press. The «Und Chaplain. Just fire minutes before noon every day thoro is to bo a session of the House of Roproseiitatitivos a page leads from tho Speaker's lobby into the hall of tho House and seats at the clerk's! desk a large, burly man with immefl* e iron-gray whiskers that a granger. might envy, [t is the blind chaplain., Millnirn, who is serving his fifth consecutive term, and who was chaplain ' of Congress forty years ago. Aa the hands of the clock denote tho hour of] noon tho Speaker appears, and a single.; rap of his gavel calls tho House W, order. The buzz of conversation ceases on the floor and in the galleries, ind Mr. Millnirn offers » prayer. P" ' imps it is not booomiii'r to say that prays in princoly fashion, but hoprftflj is a sensible prince would wisk h» , Archbishop of Canterbury to pra^j -I ho prayer is short—tho average beingjj ibout three minutes — clothed elegant phraseology, aud littered H--^ voice as exquisitely' modulated, *8'; '•lour and distinct, as deop and so»9^ ms, as that of a successful traged'"" " Vylion it is finished the parson is •o tho Speaker, with yhoin hy sl»8 uinds, and then he is CQI " ' ''ho lobby again,— Courier

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