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The Exeter Times, 1888-11-22, Page 37 • htee, e we - .is uRrffinpimn RI riqt, miQll 1/ .!,1,1„1 a'Saiaaes orTa:irthweeoroeunatbrylle,natiar ho.44 :hlelifnifttiN ipv,Oirtbtrigtitebsr,inogr nvegniasnon9,frteersidh77,o4flifig:ghpcli'lddituihLiss: g70%110 .1;4 hind te telt° Pere et the CalnP and One Wisrtn SePteinktet I III • *1- eCHAPTER XIII.—(Coneniunn.) My husband was anxious to colleob some of the native Indian airs, as they all sing well, amide:we a fine ear for music but all his efforts proved ebortive, dohn," he -mid to woung Nogan (who 'Aimed very -creditably on the flute, and bad just con- cluded the ,populer air of " Sweet Home",) 0911110t you play me one oi , your own eongs 1" Yew—but am good." "Leave me to be the judge of that. Can- not you give me a war song "Yes,—but no good," with an ominous shake of the holed. "A huntinggiong ?" "No fit for white man,"—with an air of contempt. "No good, no good 1 "D, John, sing us a love song," said 1, laughing, "if you have such a thing in your language." " On I much toye-song—very much—bad —bad—no good for •Christian man. Indian song no good, for"white ears." This was very tantalising, 'as their songs sounded very sweetly from the lips of their squaws, and I had, a great desire and curiosity to get some of them rendered into English. To my huebeead they gave the name of "the musician," but I have fbegotten the Indian word, It ;signified the maker. of sweet sourvie, They 'listened with intense delight to the notes of his flute, maintaining a breathiest! silence during the performance; their dark eyea flashing into fierce light at a martial strain or stlitening with the plaintive and tender. • L he commas whioh they display in their contests with their enemies, and in their daunting, and in making bargains with the whites.(who artgioo apt to impose on their ignorance), seems to !goring more , from a law of neceesitye forced upon them by their ieolatcdposition and precarious mode of life, than from any innate wish to betray. The Indieats face, after all, h a perfect index .of his mind, The eye °lunges its expres- sion with every impulse and pr.ssion and -slows what is passing within as clearly ee the lightning in the dark night betrays the course of the stream. 1. cannot think that deceit forms any prominent trait in the Indian's character. They invariably act with the strictest honour towards those who leaver attempt to impose upon them. It is natural for a deceitful person to take advant- age of the credulity of others. The genuine Indian never utters a falsehood, and never •employs flattery (Mat powerful weapoa in the hands of the insidious) in his communi- cations with the whites. . His worst traits are those which he has in common with the wild animals of the forest, and whiett his intercourse with the lowest ordelf of civilised men (who in point of moral worth, aro greatly his inferiors), and the pernicious effects of strong drink, have greatly tended to ilifleme and debase, Is a melatcholy truth, and deeply to be lamented, that the vicinity of European settlers has always produced a very de- moralizing effect upon the Indimes. As a proof of this, I will relate a simple calm - dote. John, of Rice Lake, a very sensible, middle -age Indian, was conversing with me about their larguage, and tbe difficulty he found in undemanding the books written in Indian for their use. Among other things, I asked him if his people ever swore, of usAl profane language towards the Deity. The man regarded me with a sort of stern horror, as he replied, "Indian, till after he knew your people, never swore —no bad word Indian. Indian must learn your words to swear and 'Mite God's name In vain." Oh, what a reproof to Christian men 1 I felt abashed, and degraded in the eyes of this poor savage—who, ignorant as he was in many respects, yet possessed that first great attribute of the Houl, a deep reverence for the Sepreme Being. How inferior were thousands of my cauntrymen to him in this important point ! The affection of Indian parents to their -children, and the defference which they pay to the am d, is another beautiful and touch- ing trait in their character. Oe extremely cold, wintry day, as I was huddled with my little ones over the stove, the door softly unclosed, and the moccasin - ed foot of an Indian crossed the floor. I reis- ed my head, for I was too much occustomed M their sudden appearance at any hour to feel alarmed, and perceived a tall woman standing silently and respectfully before me, wrapped in a large blanket. The moment she caught my eye she dropped the folds of her ;wavering from around her, and laid at my feet the attenuated figure of a boy, abountwelve years of age, who was in the last stage of consumption. " k'apoose die," she said, mournfully clasping her hands against her breast and looking cloven upon the suffering lad with the most heartfelt expremion of maternal love, while large tears trickled down her •dark face. " Moodie's Eque,w save papoose —poor Indian woman much glad." Her child was beyond all human aid. I looked anxiously upon him, and knew, by the pinched -up features and purple hue of 'his wasted cheek, that he had not many hours to live. I could only answer with tears her agonising appeal to my skill. "Try and save him ! All die but him." .(She held up five of her fingers, ) "Brought him all the way from Mutta Lake* upon -my back, for white squaw to cure." " I cannot cure him my poor friend. He is in God's care ; in a'few hours he will be with Him." The child was seized with "a dreadful fib of coughing which 1 expected every moment would terminate his frail existence. I gave him a teaspoonful of currant jelly, which he took with avidity, but could not retain a moment on his stomach. " Papoose die," murmured the poor woman; " alone—alone 1. ,No papoose; the mother allIalune." She began re -adjusting the poor sufferer in her blanket. I got some food, and begged her to stay and reat herself ; but she was too much distressed to eat, and too restless to remain, She said little,, but her face ex- pressed the keenest aoguieh ; she took ' up her mournful load, premed for mo ment his wasted, burning hand in hers, and left the room. My heart followed her a long way on her melanoholy journey. Think what this woman's love must have been for that dying son, when she had carried a lad of hie age .six miles, through the deep snow, upon her back, on such a day, in the hOpe of law being able to do him HOMO good. Poor heartbroken mother 1 I learned from joe _Muskrat% Nutter 801116 deem after that the boy died a few minutes after Elizabeth leen, his mother, got home. They never torgeb any !idle ant of kinds noes. One cold eight- late in the fall, my hospitality WAS dEDUIDaed six aquatve, Ana puzzled I was how to aocommodate Them all, I at last determined to give them the uso of tho parlout floor (hiring the night. Among these women there was one 'es him. Tom Nogen and her appearance hare -headed, ;41 lesUalt and °Wi- lts contain. children, an' Susan Moore a young girl of mg in his hand a grea't 01)Colted bundle. only truly 'beautiful squaw Fond of grapee ?" said he, putting the fifteen, and the, we was something interest. eaid bundle into my hands. " Vine erapes very old, whose hair was as white ati snow. I ever saw. Th1/4 4 She was the only gray-haired Indian I ever ing about thi, aAire ,h4hIsetrhYe'dateweee/ig'gae8ggelieI saw, and on that account) I regarded her With peouliar interest. I knew that she was the wife of a chief, by the eoarlet em broidered leggings, which only the wims and daughters of chiefs are allowed to wear. i „ during it sudden hum 'cane) woe's swamped his (Jaime on Stonyge ie 11 end the mother ,t from the shore, who witnessed the aecidee s , , and was neer her confinennee ,t with this child, i t • se —broUghb them from island for 1117 friend'e stplaW and papooses." Glad of the donation, which 1 ooneidered quite a prize, hastened bite the kitchen to untie the grapes and put, them int a dish, But imeigine my disappointment, when I ance The old quaw. had a very pleasing counten• boldly swam out to •hut are e found them wrapped up in a soiled shirt, i egeig e% and even only recently taken. from the back of the an ce but tried in vain to draw her into reached tlae epot where he converitation. She evidently did not under. tonna nee ; and the Muskrat squaw and Betty Cow were laughing at ray attempts to draw her out. I administered supper to them with my OWU hands, and asked if I STATIBTIGB. Le Mancha and the Shuth et $pain pro- duce *Meet 200,000,000 gailerill fireps-j LIMO annually. The year 1880 was an unprecedented one Ofohrintahe; '47eV5Inp"ear 9ofeittth, leas Pleri)frtt thofittecaou'n7rrnY tn 187,, Wm(' etii!, the r. does fel much moro, for OIL he assemed Valde ef the export of tea in 1886 wee, ;ninthly, Rtil,250,• 000, in 1887 it was only £7,253,000. The fall in velae was actually one f 12 per cent, on a eliminiehed export of 5 per kowsforkeittsogoo.1.4y4.4...,,, ITORY (WAN 4.41116. . Thp Lire anti Sad 'Bereavement et is, Aussittit Anther In Iiillserke. ' 1 To me perhaps the most attracitiVe and es. ie ins eici es WEB 1 9 Russian author, l'alig Volkhofski. who wee Ibenished te S.beria •for life ia 1878, upon the cherge of beloogiag to a soci iv thet fa- ' Made, al: a mare or lime remote wine ice 'the' 1 future, to overthrow the °octet:tug corm ,ef governmeat. He was about 38 jeers of -age. at the time I made his aequaintence, and. WAS a .z* ILS of cultivatei mind warm heart succeeded in recovering the bow v ; butait owner. I called Moodie, and begged him and high aspirations Ile knew Eaglish cent. was too late; the man was dead. been The soul of an Indian that he 's drowned is reckoned accursed, and he .„is • • g g •ne. had satisfied their wants (which is no very ing-grounds, but his spirit haunts the lak e to return Snow -storm his garment, end to thank him for the grapes. The mischievous creature was highly di- verted with the circumstance, and laughed immoderately easy task, for they had great appetites), I ow river in which he lost his life. His body! bid our seivant to bring in several spare is buried on some lonely Wand, which the and the children are obliged to you for your " Snowetorm," said he, "Mrs. Moodie matresses and blankets for their use, "Now Indians never pens without leaving a smell nmeZnese in bringing them the grapes ; but mind Jenny, and give the old squaw the portion of food, tobacco, or ammunition, to how Came you to tie them up in a dirty supply his wants; but he is never interred shirt. with the rest of bis people. "Dirty 1" cried the old man, astonished His children are considered unlucky, and that we should objeot to the fruit on that few williegle unite themaelves to the females of the family, lest a portion of the father's OUTS@ should be visited on them. The orphan Indian girl generally kept aloof from the met, and seemed so lonely and companionless, that she soon attraoted my attention and sympathy, and a hearty feeling of good -will sprang up between us. Her features were small and regular, her few oval, and her large, dark, loving eyes Were full of tenderness and sensibility, but as bright and shy as Whose of the deer. A riot; vermillion glow burnt upon her olive cheek and lips, and set off the dazz'iog whiteness of her even and pearly teeth. She was small of stature, with delicate little hands and feet, and her figure was elastic and graceful. She was a beautiful child of na- ture, and her Indian name signified "the voice of angry waters." Poor eirl, she had been a child of grief and tears from her generously gratified their wishes by present birth! Her mother was a 1Vlobavik, from ing them with the contents of the large dish whom she, in all probability, derived her su- perior personal attractions ; for they are before the Miseasaguae in this respect. My friend and neighbour, Emilia S--, the wife of a naval offieer who lived about a mile distant from me, through the bush, had come to spend the day with me ; and hearing that the Indians were in the swamp, and the men away, we determined to take a few trifles to the camp, in the way of presents, and spend an hour chatting with the et -mews. best bed," I said; " ehe others are young, and oan put up with a little inconvenience," The old Indian glanced at me with her keen, bright eye r but had xio idea that she comprehended what I,said. Some weeks afteribis, as was sweeping over my parlour floor, a plight tap drew me to the door. Oa opening it I perceived the old equaw, Who immediately slipped into my hand a set of beautifully embroidered bark trays fitting one within the other, and exhibiting 'the very hest sample of the porcu- pine quill -Work. While I stood le ander- ing what this might mean, tha geed old creature fell upon my neck, and kissing me exclaimed "You remember old squaw—. make her comfortable 1 Old squaw no for- get you. Keep them for her sake," and before I could detain her she tan down the hill with a swiftness which seemed to bid &flange to years. I never saw thie in- teresting Indian again, and I cenoluded that elle died during the winter, for she must have been of a great age. My dear reader, I am afraid I shall tiro you w,th my Indian stories; but you must bear. with me patientlYwhilst give you a few more. The real character of a people can be more truly gathered from Binh seem- ingly trifling incidents than from any ideas we may form of them from the great facts in their history, and this is my reason for detailing events which might otherwise ap- pear insignificant and unimportant. A friend was staying with us, Who wish- ed much to obtain a likeness of Old Peter. I promised to try and make a sketch of the old man the next time he paid us a visit. That very afternoon he brought us some ducks in exchange for some pork, and Moodie asked him to stay and take a glass of whiekey with him and his friend, Mr. K--. The old man had errayed himself in a new blanket coat, bound with red, and the seams all decorated with the same gay material. His leggings and moccasins were The total number of offi :era on the per- manent eioablishment of the Post-01E0e is about 56,460, the 'timber added last year haying been 1,609. Mne number of femeles included in thia total is 3 872. Besides the foregoing, there are, it is wAirnated, about 48,900 persons employed by local post- masters, &o., throughout the country to aid in oarrying on the busWacss of the depart- ment, of whom about 16 000 are females. The list of retired offi ems in receipt of pen- sions ahows e tete' of 3,319, whose pensions score. "It ought to be clean; it has been amount to £177,135 a year. I washed often enough. Owgh 1 You me, There were only 380,831 foreigners out of Moodie," he oontinued, "1 have no hat— a total populatioa of 35,783,170 in France never wear hat—want no shade to my eyes in 1861, or little more than 1 per cent. ; but —love the sun—see all around me—up and in 1872 the number of foreigners had nearly down—much better widout hat. 'Could pot doubled itself, being 740,668, oe over 2 per put grapes in hat—blanket coat too large, cent. of the total population of 36 302,921. crush fruit, juice run out. I had noting From 1872 to 1876 there was a blow but but my shirt, so I takes off shirt, and brings steady inetease, the nutnber of foreigners grapes sido. over the water on my back. Pa- being 801,751 in the litter year. In 1881 pomes no care for dirty shirt; their lee tel it had reached 1,001,090, or 1, 67 per cent. bellies have no eyes. ' of the total populeainn ; and 18S6 the total In spite of this eloquent harangue, I could bad risen to 1,126,531, or justi 3 per cant. not bring myeelf to nee the grapes, ripe and of the whole population. Taus the nuomer temp:dug as they looked, or give them to of foreigners had trebled itself in 35. years, the children. Mr. W-- and his wife hap • while the native p mutation had increased pening to step in at that moment fell into by only 1,401,839. The increase has beett. such an ecstacy at the sight of the prapes, greatest among the Italians, who number that, as tame were perfectly uaacquaiated four times as many as they did. in 1S,51, the with the circumstance of the shirt, I very total now beteg 264,568 The number of Misdealt; in France is 482,261, of Germe,us over 100,000—but this is iess t aan half what and they never ate a bit less sweet for the it was before the war of 1870. There are novel mode in which they were conveyed to 78,584 Swiss. The Englieh, Scotch, and mel Irish number only 36,134. (To BE CONTINUED.) What a beautiful moonlight night it was, as light as day 1—the great forest sleeping' tranquilly beneath the cloudless heavens— not a sound to disturb the deep repose of nature but the whispering of the breez 3, which, during the most profou ,d calm, creeps through the lofty pine tops. We bounded down the steep bank to the lake shore. Life is a blessing, a precious boon indeed, in such an hour, and we felt happy new, and elaborately fringed; and to cap in the mere consciousness of existence—the the climax of the whole, he had a blue cloth glorious privilege of pouring out the silent conical cap upon his head, ornamented, !Aeration of the heart to the Great Father with a deer's tail dyed blue, and several in his universal temple, cook's feathers. He was evidently very much taken up with the magnificence:of hisown appearance, for he often glanced at himeelf in a small shaving glass that hung opposite, with a look of grave satisfaction. Sitting apart, that I might not attract his observation, I got a tolerably faithful likeness of the old man, which, after slightly colouring, totthow more plainly his Indian finery, I quietly handed over to Mr. K . Sly as I thought myself, my occupation and the object of it hsd not escaped the keen eye of the old man. He rose, came behind Mr. K—'s chair and regarded the picture with a most affectionate eye. I was afraid that he would be angry at the liberty I had taken. No such thing ! He was as pleased as Punch. " That Peter 1" he grunted. " Give the — put up in wigwam—make dog to 1 Owgh! owgh 1" and he rubbed his bands together, and chuckled with delight. Mr. K—had some difficulty in coaxing the picture from the old chief ; so pleased was he with this rude representation of himself. He pointed to every particular article of his dress, and dwelt with peculiar glee on the cap and blue deer's tail. A few days after this, I was painting a beautiful little snow -bird, that our man had shot out of a large fleck that alighted near the door. I was so intent upon my task, to which I was puttingthe finishing strokese that I did not observe the stealthy entranc- (for they all walk like cats) of a stern look- ing red man, till a slender, dark herd was extended over my paper to grain) the dead BO simply graceful and unaffected, the very bird from which 1 was copying, and which btau ideal of savage life and unadorned no - as rapidly traneferred it to the side of the painted one, accompanying the act with the deep guttural note of approbation, the unmusical, savage " Owgh. My guest then seated himself with the ut- with our favourite, when the old squaw, most gravity in a reckingmhair, directly placing her hand against her ear, exclaimed, " Whist 1 whist 1" "What is it ?" cried Emilia and I, starting to our feet. "Is there any danger ?" " Moome's ;gnaw know much—make "A deer—a deer—in bush !'' whispered Peter Nogan toder day on papare—make the squaw, raising a rifle that stood in a Jacob to-day—Jacob young—great hunter corner. "1 hear sticks crack a great way — give muth duck—yeeison—to equaw." Although I felt rather afraid of my fierce - looking visitor, I could scarcely keep my gravity; there was such an air of pompous self -approbation about the Indian, suoh sublime look of conceit in his grave vanity. " Moodie's squaw cannot do everything ; she cannot paintwoung men," said 1, rising, and putting away my drawing -materials, upon which he kept his eye intently fixed, with a hungry, avaricious expression. I Oa entering the wigwam, which stood within a few yards of the clearing, in the middle of a thick group of cedars, we found Mrs. Tom, alone with the elfish children, seated before the great ere that burned in the centre of the camp; she was busy boil- ing some bark in an iron spider. The little boys in red flennel shirts,,which were their only covering, were tormenting a pup- py, which seemed to take their pinching and pommelling in good part, for ib neither at- tempted to bark nor to bite, but, like the eels in the story, submitted to the, infliction because it was used to it. Mrs. Tom greeted us with a grin of pleasure, and motioned to us to sit down upon a buffalo -skin which, with a courtesy so natural to the Indians, "If you'll have me." she hed placed near her for our accommoda. "Reckon I will. Let's drive back to see , hardly been tiwsted with $5 at a t!me dlla " You are all alone," said i, giancingidad and mean." "I was joking, you know, so I told her ed it over," she said, "and decided that the I ing their Milted live% tion.'I Robert and I talk - runnel the camp. e great hurry and would re- woman who takes care of any household that I s.vas in a w Yes ; Indian away hunting—Upper turn. Three natives who came along jut article, like a clime% for instance, from the Lakes. Come home with much deer,,, then stopped to fled out what was the mat- I time it is first made till it is worn out, has "By-and-by," (meaning that she was back. The only way I could set, out of it' strength fuily squill to the labour that mide ter and they set in with the girl to take me expended upon it an amount of time and "And Susan, where is she ?" coming). "Gone to fetch water—ice thick was tl bolt for the woods leaving' the horse it, counting from the shearing the wool till —chop with axe—take long time." and buggy behind, and woods, years later the iteomes from the loom. Ii• May be unskilled As she ceased speaking, the old blanket girl was still driving them. That little lake ‘. meek, but it is work all the same. ,g,ed this that formed the door of the tent was with. of mine coat me just $350, to say nothing is Only one small item in her housekeeping of being run through a patch of woods five miles wide." One Question Settled. "Ctu mistress of t'ne house entn the kitchen ? ' a qaestion of domestic privilege ef the first importance, was legally settled a week ago them& a suit instituted by a cook against her employer. The cook testi- fied that she did not think "that Mrs. Fielden had any right to go into her' kitchen and pull things about" "11 I am cook," the said, "please go out." Mrs. Fielden wouldn'o go, so the cook refused to work and was discharged that night, which she held to be illeg el. The juige decided in favor of Mrs. Ftelden, holding that a "mistress has a right to go into har own kitchen ;" and saying farther that the doc• trine applied to other members of the fam- ily and to every room in the house. A Costly Little joke, Money for Wives. Oa the much -mooted but never laettled question of money in the household, "Good Housekeeping " says : —In the want of a proper understanding concerning pecuniary matters lies a great source of friction. Where the management and labour of the wife count as nothing, she le consoious ot injastiee and wrong, "My dear," said an eminent philanthropist to his wife one day, as he suddenly burst into the sitting -room, "I have been counting the windows in our house, and find. there are forty. It just occurs to me that you have to keep those forty windows clean, or superin- tend the process, and that is not a beginning of your work. All these rooms have to be , swept and garnished, the carpets made and I eleansed, and the house linen prepared and kept in order, beside the cooking, and I took Iit all as a matter of course. begin to see what women's work is, even when she has I help, which you are not always able to "Seaking of women," said the Colonel, pro - alter along pause, "1 was travelling in Mis- I cure. You ought to receive a monthly sti- Boort once in my buggy, when I met a tall, j pend, as a hmeekeeper would. Why have- slabsided girl of 20 in the road. I had taken n't you made me see it before? I have not a drink or two and felt jolly, and so I hailed her with: "Howdy, Sal? Fine day ?" "Howdy, stranger," she promptly re- " S ty," I went on, " I'm looking for a wi'f'eN.'V' hat sort?" "About your kind." " Want me? ' been just to you, while I have been generors to others." The wife, who told this in after years to her hueband's credit, sat down with him and for the first time since their marriage opened her heart freely on the topic of wo- man's allowance. She confessed to have had many a sorrowful hour a o her position as a beggar. At the head of a large household in a western town, where domestic service was both scant and incompetent, ehe had drawn, and the girl, bearing two pails of water, stood in the open space, in the white moonlight. The glow of the fire streamed upon her dark, flatting looks, danced in the black, glistenieg eye, and gave a deeper blush to the olive cheek! She would ham made a beautiful picture ; Sir Joshua Rey- nolds would have rejoiced in such a model— attn. A smile of recognition passed be. tween us. She put down her burden beside Mrs. Tom, and noiselessly glided to her seat. We had scarcely exshanged a few words fronting me, and made the modest demand that I should paint a likeness of him, after the following quaint fashion. off. Stay here 1" A great way off the animal must have been for though Emilia and I listened at the open door, an advantage which the squaw did not orjoy, we could not hear the least Sound: ale (wetted still as death. The squaw whistl- ed to an old hound and went out. "Did you hear anything, Susan ?" She sculled, and nodded. " Listen, the dog has found the track." The next moment the discharge of a rifle and the deep baying of the dog, woke up the thought it beet to place the coveted objects sleeping echoes of the woods; and the girl beyond his reach. After sittieg for some time, and watching all my movements, he stated off to help the squaw to bring in the withdrew, with a sullen, disappointed air. game that she had shot. This man was handsome, but his expree. The Indians are great imitators, and pos.: Bess a nice tact in adopting the customs and sion was vile. Though he often came to the manners of them with whom they associate. house, I never could reconcile myself to his countenance. n Indian is Nature's gentleman—never its still in t dort of still hunt having for its Leta one very dark, stormy nieht, three familiar, coarse, or vulgar, If ite take a !object the annexation of all Central Africa Indians begged to be allover:el to sleep by meal with you, he waits to see how you make by " perfidiegis Albion.' The Depth of Woman's Affection, Elsie and Maude, out walking, meet Amy. Elsie—" Oh, Amy, dear ! Kiss me I Do 1" They ids s and part. Ilgud—" Why did you kiss her so heart ily ?" Elsie—" I am so glad her new hat is so hideous!" His Strong Point. "Angola, I cannot understand why you encourage that young Sniffdrop, the confec- tioner." "Why not, mother ?" "He is a brainless fop ; he has neither money ,nor education and has no prospects in life. ' "1 know that, but he does make the most delicious gum 1" Her La• ok of Pluck. ' Bobby : "Ma, Clara ain't got any pluck, has she?' Memma "I don't know, I am sure. Why do you ask ?'' " Bacause I heard her tell Mr. Brown last night that he'd better not do that again, and he right up and done it. betoher if I old anybody to quit they'd quit." in a State of Mind. M. de Jertzze who once tried to explore Central Africa in opposition to Mr Stanley, Implements on the table, and the the kitchen stove. The maid was frighten- use of the inannee in which you eat, whilethe iinitates ed out of her vette at the sight al these strangers, who were Mohawks from the with a grave decorum, as if halted been ao- Indian woods upon the Bay of Quinte, and customed to the same usages from childhood. they brought along with them a horse and He never attempts to help himself, or de - cutter. The night was so storm .,-esee mends more food, but waits patiently until you perceive what be requires. I was per after oonsulting our man—Jacob 1`..W as we usually oallea him —I oonsented to featly astonished at this innate politeness, grant their petition, although they were for it seems natural to alll the Indians with whom I have had any dealings. quite strangees,. and tallet and fiercer -look - mg than our friends the Missasaguas. I was putting my children to bed, vehen the girl came rushing in, out of breath. "The Lord preserve us, madam, if one of these wild men has not pulled off his tremors, and is awitting mending them behind the stove 1 and vrhat shall I do ?" "Do 2—evby stay with me, and leave the poor fellow to finish his work." The simple girl had never once thought of this plan of pacifying her outraged emus of propriety. Their goatee if hearin im acute that lt1Woulci Relieve Her, Inventor—" I have just perfected a ma- chine to —" His Wife --1" Yes, that's it ! Why don't you invent a machine to help me with my work inetoarl , of inventiog something to.do the work for the men so that they oan loaf around and drank beer ? ' " That's pipit What I have done. I've There was one old Indian who belonged nventeci a cotitrivence that will save two. to a distant settleinent, and only visited our third e of yourtirne." lake ,occasionally on hunting parties. He Wife—isle that so? You are a dear dar- was a strange, eccentrio, merry old fellow, ling of a husliend, after all 1 What ie lo with a skin like red mahogany, and a wiry, you hgve invented for me 7:' sinewy frame that looked as if it could bid Inventor' —"A: talking mellitus." defiance to every change of temperature. Old Soovastorm, for such was hie eignifi- cant name, was rather too fond of the whis• A. New York girl has varied the custom key -bottle , and when he had taken a drop by being married at sunrise. too Mita, 'he beoamo unmanageable wild Att old lowly friend of ours told werecently beast, He haa a great fahcy for my 'hue- that of all the medionies she had ever tried bend, and never Visited the other Indians she fau04 nape to equal De, Carnotite Seem, they can distingubili noun s at an itoredible without extending the same favour to tte. itch 13itters, and said dim "I always have to distance, which cannot be: deteoted by a (Moe upon a time, he broke the nipple a go back to Dr. Careonis titters, no matter European at all. myself witnesiled a sin. his gun ; and Moodie repaired the 1444 „ttlhat other medieine I awl induced to try," gular exemplitloation of thin feels. 11 WM fee hiM by Axing new One in. ite Placeo Da. Carson's Stoniaoh Bitters for Me Stone: midwinter; the Indians had pitehed their which little kindness quite won the heart itch, ttlevele, Liget and Mdneys.. barge tent, or wigwam, as usual, in Our swamp. a the old man, atikho never came toale6 lie bottles 60, woe. labour, Dees she not deserve some payment beside her board and clothing? Robert saw woman's work in a new light. From that time till to -day be has placed a gener- ous share of his income in my hands—not as a gift, but as a right. And he knows that I will no more 'fritter it away than he will. If I choose to deny myself something I need, and bestow its cost in charity or buy books I crave, he no more thinks of chid- ing me than I think of chiding him for spending his money as he likes. There are other Roberts who have yet to learn this lesson of justice, and they are found in every walk of life. Something Like a Honeymoon. Mr. George Sigourney, of California, is a man of his word. In 1882 he fell violently in love with Miss Henriques, of Buffalo, and married her "right away." The lady was young and pretty, but far from strong; and the devoted husband determined to ,try what travel would do for her. They were married in May,, 1882, and upon the wedding day this card was sent out to her friends: —"Mr. and Mrs. Sigourney,'at home, at Sacramento, every Thursday from May 10, 1888." The whole of the six years which have elapsed since then have been spent in travel with the view of re establishing the lady's health. During that period they have visited England, Ireland, &mama, France, Germany, Italy, Artatria, Russia, Greece, Denmark, Turkey, China, Japan, Egypt, Persia, Afriea, and South America, begin- ning with Patagonia and fiaishing at Pana- ma, whence they returned to England before embarking for New York. In the midst of all this travelling Mr. Sigourney has found time to become the mother of four children —two boys born at at. Petersburg, a daug ter born in China and another li ditugh r born in Brazil. *hen the 10bh of May ar keel the happy couple were "at home" at Sacramento to receive their friends, according to their promise of HiX years before. The expedient has been thoroughly successful. Mrs. Sigourney now enjoys ex cellent health, and whereas at the time of her marriage she weighed the insignificant figure of 102 lbs., she now turns the bean - at 165 lb I. The cost of this six wears' hoileymoon was $60,000, only $10,006, a year—certainly a very moderate expendis, time. Thus Mrs, Eigourney may be taken to have cost her husband very neatly one thousand dollars per pound, which .perhapa is sot very expensive AE1 wives go in these days. in ran Measure., My dear, "said Mr. Marrowfat toathe partner of his jeys, "have we May oider left?') " Ves, John, replied Ms. Marrowfat ;. "'we have an empty clemijblin riags are said. to Speak !with their tilde, - Would OW proper, therefdre, te oall itaihorta talled,cler atttiMixtratoroll well, was familiar with Arnaricen hislory and literature, and had, I believe, translated into EtissiAa many of taa porns of L mg fellow. He spoke to me with greet admira- tion, 1 rememoer, of Loagfello,v's " Areenal at Springfield" and recited it to me aloud. He was one of the most winaiag and lovable men that it has ever been my good fortune to know ; but his life had been a terrible tiagedy. His health had been shattered lay long imprisonment in the fortress of Petro. paylovek ; his heir was preiro,turely white, and when his face was in repose.there, seem- ed to be an expreasion of profound melan- choly in his dark brown eyes. I became in- timately acquainted with him and very warmly attached to him, and when I bade him good•bye f or the last time on my return from Etstern Siberia in 1886, he pub his arms around me and kissed. me and said: "George Ivanovitch, please don't forget us. In bidding you good-bye I feel as if some- thing were going out of my life that would raaver again come into it." Since my return to America I have heard from Mr. Volkhofski only once. He wrote me last NI inter a profoundly sad and touch- ing letter, in which he informed me of the death of his wife by suicide. He himself had been thrown out of employment by the suppression of the liberal Tomsk newspaper the "Siberian Gazette," and his wife, whom I remember as a pale, delicate, sad -faced woman, twenty-five or thirty years of age, had tried to help him support their family of young children by giving private ledsons and by taking in sewing. Anxiety and overwork had finally broken down her health; she had become an invalid, and in a morbid state of mind, brought on by un- happiness and disease, she reasoned herself into the belief that she was an incumbranoe rather than a help to her husband and her children, and thathey would ultimately be better of if she were dead. A little more than a year ag3 she put an end to her un- hs.ppy life by shooting herself through the head with a pistol. Har husband was devotedly attached to her, and her death, under such oircurnstances and in such a way, was a tearible blow to him. In his -letter to me he referred to a copy of James Hassell Lawell's poems that I had caused to be sent to him, and said that in reading "After the Burial" he vividly realizsd for the first time that grief is of no nationality; the lines, although written by a bereaved American, expressed the deepesb thoughts and feelinge of a bereaved Russian. He sent me with his letter a small, worn, leather match -box. which had been given by Prince Pierre Krapotkin to his exiled brother Alexander, whioh the 'latter had left to Velkholslei and which Yolithafelel lied in turn presented to his wife a short time before her deeth. He hoped, he said, that it would have some value to me on account of its assucietion with the lives of four political offenders, all of whom I had known. One of them was a refugee in London, another was an exile in Tomsk and two had escaped the jurisdic- tion of the Russian _Government by taking their own lives. I tried to read Volkhofski's letter to my wife, but as I recalled the high character aaa lovable personality of the writer, and imagined what this lash blow of fate must have been to such a man—in exile, in broken health and with a family of helpless children dependent ,upon him—the written lines vanished in a mist of tears, and with a choking in my throat I put the letter and the little matchbox away.—(Century. ciregon's Qiri Mail Carrier. Oregon has a women mail carrier, Minnie Westman, and she carries Uncle Sm' e mail from the head of navigation on Sinslaw river over the coast range mountains, follow. ing up the river to Hole's pest -office station, within fifteen miles of Eugene City. Her route is twenty miles long and is situated in the heart of the mountains, where all the dangers and adventures incl. - dent to such an occupation abound. She carries the mail night and day and fears nothing. She xides_horseback and carrries a revolver. Miss Westman is a plump little brunette and is just 20 years old. Her father and uncle operate a stage line aria have a con- tract for carrying the mall. At Halo's eta - tion Minnie meets her father and gets the mail from Eugene City, and starts on her round. Miss Westman has never met with a seri- ous Mishap in the performance of her duty. On one of her trips last year she found thre good-sized bears in the road right in front of liar. The horse, on espying them, be came frightened, threw his rider to the ground, and Una:ling around ran back the road he came. Aits Westman, with great presence of minda# ' rted after the runaway, and, ogertakingeh' ;, remounted and rode right throtigilgili ggeavage cordon, and, strange tO'ettaierg ;Chet. was not attacked. Meeting som Citelletends, she told them of what shci' d sederlOind they went,to the place and k "d"Oilbears. So far this year Miss Weetiiiith haa met- two bears, - whioh did not =Net her, ee Bloodhounds. Mr. William Bachanan, writing to the London Times, says : —Just now, perhaps, any own personal experience of what blood- hounds can do in the way of tracking criminals may be of interest. Here, then, is an incident to which I was an eye -witness. In 1861 or 1862 (my memory does not enable me to give a more exact date), I was in Dieppe when a little boy was found doubled up in a how eehia with his throat out from ear to ear, A couple of blood hounds were at once pub on to the scent. Away they dashed atter, for a moment or two, sniffing the ground, hundreds of people, including. the keeper and myself, following in their wake; tior did the highly -trained anitnals elacken in their pace,in the load till they haa artieed at the other end of the town, when they made a ',dead atop at the door of a loW lodging-house'ana, throiving up their noble llama, gave adeep bay. Oh the plate being entered, theoulprit—anoa, ilt wsomarnn--.0 Wat discovered hiding under a badd that the instinct of a bloodhound, when' properly trained, for,tre.oking by scent is so marvelqotte that no one oitn key positively what difficulties in following a trail it °Minot surmotint," Centipatieon, nibre than reality realteiPmeiV hoopy, and ems make them iireteh61.