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Wonderful Lakes.
HE Western papers contain accounts of
if Ii)l a wonderful lake, situated in the Cascade
Mountains, about seventy - five miles
f northeast from Jacksonville, Oregon,
and which is said to rival the famous
valley of Sinbad, the sailor. It is
thought to average 2,000 feet down to the water,
and leaving no beach. The depth of the water is
unknown, and its surface is smooth and unruffled,
and it lies so far below the surface of the moun
tain that the air currents do not affect it. Its
length is estimated at twelve miles, and its breadth
at ten. No living man has been, and probably
never will be, able to reach the water's edge. It
lies silent, still, and mysterious, in the bosom of
the “everlasting hills,” like a huge well, scooped
out by the hands of the giant geni of the moun
tain, in unknown ages gone by, and around it the
primeval forests “watch and ward are keeping.”
Almost, if not quite, as great a wonder is the
“Walled Lake,” in Wright county, 10-wa. It is
from two to three feet higher than the earth’s sur
face around it, and enclosed by a wall ten feet
high, fifteen feet wide at the bottom, and five at
the top, made of stones weighing from three tons
to one hundred pounds each. There is an abun
dance of stones in Wright county, but surround
ing the lake to the extent of five or ten miles there
are none. No one knows how or by whom the
wall was built. Around the lake is a belt of oak
woodland, half a mile in width. With this excep
tion the country is a rolling prairie. The trees,
therefore, must have been placed there at the
time of building the wall. In the spring of 1856
there was a great storm, and the ice on the lake
broke the wall in several pdaces, and the farmers
in the vicinity were obliged to repair the damages
to prevent inundation. The lake occupies a grand
surface of 2,800 acres, with a depth of water as
great as twenty-five feet. The water is clear and
cold; soil sandy and loamy. It is singular that
no one has been able to ascertain where the water
.comes from or where it goes to, yet it always re
mains clear and fresh.
Fields of Roses.
vale of Cashmere has long been fa
mous for its roses, but the most exten
sive gardens of these flowers are in the
neighborhood of Adrianople, where they
are cultivated for the sake of their essen
tial oil. These rose gardens are said to
cover as much as fourteen thousand acres of
ground, and they give employment to most of the
people of the district. The flowers are picked
principally in the months of May and June, and
the oil is extracted from them by distillation. The
leaves, after being deprived of the greater portion
of their oil, are used for making rose-water. It is
said that very little, if any, perfectly pure otto of
roses ever reaches the foreign markets, as the
merchants of Constantinople and Smyrna, from
which it is shipped, adulterate it with less costly
oils.
“Dan,” said a little four-year old, “give
me a sixpence to buy a monkey.”
“ IV e’ve got one monkey in the house now,”
replied the elder brother.
“ Who is it, Dan?” asked the little fellow.
“ lou,” was the reply.
‘ then give me sixpence to buy the monkey
some nuts.” *
Dan “shelled out” immediately.
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
U Written for Burke’s Weekly.
The Little Giri and .the Bird.
b* You have nice milk and bread,
| “But, I tell you what, Birdie,
Clarksville , Ga. E. P. M.
Corrections.
/Qjp)N the answers to Puzzles, in our last num
raL) her, several errors occurred —one a mistake
jJ[j of the printer, the others the result of care.
?lessness and haste. In the answer to No.
55, the words “ seventy-one sheep ” were
written “ twenty-one .” The last two an
swers would never have been printed as correct if
we had taken the time to look at them carefully.
In the first one the number of animals adds up
only sixty-two, in the latter twenty-seven , when
the total should have been one hundred animals
for SIOO. We will try to look a little closer in
future.
day Freddy's little sister Carrie, hear
ing her mother talking* about a name for anew
little baby-brother that had been given to them a
short time before, said: “Mamma, why don't
you name him Hallowed? It says in my prayer,
Hallowed be-Thy name ?”
Lost and Found.
LITTLE girl belonging to Mr. J. Poach,
/nyV of Albany, New_York, was stolen by a
band of gipsies, who pitched their tents
fnear that city some~t-wo years ago. All
attempts to recover her at the time were
fruitless.
A few days since the same band took up their
residence near Tivoli Hollow, where a boy who
knew the lost child saw and recognized her. He
at once gave information, and the child wag re
covered and restored again to its parents.
We are told that a man in Wales actually
wheeled his wife in a wheel-barrow to the holy
well of St. Winifred, a distance of two hundred
miles, in order to have her cured of rheumatism
by the sacred waters.
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Happy will he be who lays up in his youth
a genuine and passionate love of reading.
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