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W. F. SMITH, Publisher. VOLUME VIII. NEWS GLEANINGS. A large number of ship carpenters have arrived in Lake Charles, La., from New Orleans. A great deal of boat build ing is in progress there. The Live Stock Journal learns that the New Orleans, Chicago and St. Louis railroad has erected a vast amount of barbed wire fencing along its track in Southeri and Louisiana, and will Hoo -ve it all along the line, so as to keep off stock from the track. The Little Rock Gazette publishes specifications of material and work required to build a hospital for the in sane at Little Rock, Ark., from which it appears that the main building is inten ded to be sixty-three feet front by one hundred and four deep, and the wings each one hundred and fifty-six feet long and forty feet wide. New Orleans Picayune: Texas towns grow so fast that the population is al ways ahead of the returns. According to the last census Galveston had 22,253; San Antonio, 20,561; Houston, 18,646 . Austin, 10,960; Dallas, 10,358. At Blackville, S. C., a correspondent of the Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle and Constitutionalist eays the South Caroli na railroad has built a shed 200 feet long and fifty feet wide, intended for a cotton market in the fall, and to store fertil izers in the spring. The sub-treasury at New Orleans has been notified from Washington of the discovery of a counterfeit $lO gold coin, an imitation of the New Orleans coin age of twenty years ago. About ten years ago a number of these counterfeits were in circulation, but of late years none have been seen. The Houston (Texas) Post says that Fort Worth has an artesian well 360 feet deep, and the water rises out of a bed of white sand fourteen feet deep. The well affords about 100 barrels of freestone water per hour, which is suffi cient to supply the needs of the whole city. The Confederate monument in Talla hassee, Fla., is seventeen and a half feet high. The base is of gray sandstone, on which rests an immense block of white marble, with appropriate inscriptions engraved. A tapering shaft of pure white marble, surmounted by an Egyp tion shaped marble vase, rests on this rock. Chattanooga (Tenn.) Tradesman: The expense of the great Cotton Exposition at Atlanta will reach a high figure. To run the machinery will require not less than two miles of shafting. All sorts of novelties in the manufacturing line are to be shown. The enterprise will be a success in all respects, and every city in the South should take a hand in it, for its own benefit and for the encourage ment of our king of industries. For cotton is now more truly king than ever of exports, and soon to be king of South ern manufaeturies. Charleston News and Courier; Tuition at the South Carolina College is abso lutely free, except in the department of literature, where the students pay such fees as may be agreed on with the in structors. The South Carolina College is emphatically a poor man’s college. It is supported by the annual interest on the invested proceeds of the sale of the agricultural land script given the State by act of Congress. The whole fund was lost, but it was replaced by the present State government, and the inter est is regularly paid. This interest main tains the College at Columbia for whites, and the Claflin University at Orange burg, for colored persons only. Judge A. S. Merrimon, having been invited to address the prohibition con vention at Raleigh,'N. C., responded in an able, lucid and fervent speech, in the course of which he said: All legislation is a bundle of compromises. This bill was not what many people wanted, but seldom are statutes just what we wish. Whatever else it may be, prohibition is in it. The question must be discussed in the light of reason, and it must be plain ly discussed. But remember this: The act prohibiting the sale of liquor is as much a law as any on the statute book. The Legislature does not ask the people to adopt or reject this act, but only its penal provision. It goes into full force and effect on the first Monday of Octo ber next. The county commissioners cannot issue a licence after that date. It is therefore idle to speak upon the stat ute, for it is not a public question, being already a law. The Sunland Tribune, of Florida, * a ys that with the exception of about llilf fairpt fkgtts. twenty miles where boats are required to go outside, there is an inland passage of four or five feet depth all the way from Tampa bay to Punta Rassa, at the mouth of the Caloosahatchie river. By opening a canal for eight miles at what is called the “Hanlover,” in the vicinity of Casey’s Pass, the inland route, the Tribune learns from Coptain James Mc- Kay, who is perfectly familiar with the entire coast, can be made complete from Tampa bay to the mouth of the Caloo sahatchie for light draft boats, such as could go up much father than sea-going steamers, the rivers of Manatee, Miakke, Peace creek and Caloosahatchie. The Tribune says that it is chiefly along these streams that all the best farming lands below here are found. CHAINED HIMSELF. flow a Teim Farmer Arranged for Hl* Dexth from Hydrophobia. A Dallas (Texas) letter says: “A tragic death has just occurred in our neighbor ing county of Hill worth relating, and worthy of Virginius or any other Roman father. One year ago George Arnold came to Dallas on private business, and while walking the streets was bitten by a worthless cur which was frothing at the mouth, and showing other symptoms of hydrophobia. Mr. Arnold became alarmed and very much excited when convinced in his own mind that the dog was mad. He went to a physician and had the wound severely cauterized. Then, going home, he was still very un easy, and dreaded hydrophobia so much that he hunted up a mad-stone and had it applied for several weeks, off and on. He took every other precaution which was suggested, resting all the time under a mortal dread that the virus had gone into liis system, and would sooner or later kill him. He had a wife and sev eral small children living on a rather isolated farm, and the thought that he might suddenly lose his reason and harm his little babes horrified him. The other day he began to experience strange feel ings, and at once concluded his time had come. He then procured a twelve-foot trace-chain and strong lock and went to the woods. After writing his wife a calm letter, in which he told her what was about to happen, giving directions as to his wishes after death, and pouring out a volume of love for her and their chil dren, he ran the chain round a tree, drew it through the large ring at the end, and then wound the other end around his ankle so tight that it would not slip over the foot, locked it with the lock, and threw the key far beyond his reach. The body was found two days after, still chained to the tree. There was all the evidence necessary to show the horrible death from hydrophobia. The ground was torn up to the full length of the chain, the nails of the fingers wrenched off, and all his front teeth out in scrathing and biting the tree, and every thread of clothing off his body. The body was dreadfully lacerated with these, the only weapons the madman could use. He had judged rightly what would have been the consequence had he remained at home, and, knowing that there was no human skill that could have cured him, preferred death alone, and in that way, to doing harm to those so near and dear to him as a wife and children. ‘‘Arnold was originally from Talla dega, Alabama, where he married, and where his widow has many friends and relatives.” An Old Tragedy Revived. The Princess Caroline, of Denmark, who recently died in her eighty-eiglith year, was a second cousin to Queen Vic toria. The deceased Princess was the daughter of King Frederick VL, of Den mark, and the wife of Prince Ferdinand, of the same house. She had been a widow since 1863. Her father’s mother was the Princess Caroline Ma tilda, of England, and a sister of George EEI. She was born in 1751, and married when only fifteen to Christian VIL, King of Denmark. In 1768 she became the mother of the father of the lady who has just died. Introduced when very young into a dissolute court, she was giddy and imprudent, but, as she always protested, not guilty of infidelity to her husband. She was very pop ular, except with the Queen dow ager and another beldame of the royal house. They were abso lutists in theory, while the young Queen favored a representative government and raised Struensee, the Court Physician, to the position of Prime Minister. She showed him many favors and was doubt less far from discreet. Finally the dow agers and their tools induced the weak miuded King to believe that his wife had betrayed him. She was obviously more fond of the brilliant young Minister than of her besotted spouse, but, as she claimed they were only friends. Never theless, Struensee was arrested January 16, 1772, and, with his friend Brandt, soon after beheaded. He died penitent ly, acknowledging his worldliness and other follies, though he made no confes sion of the main charge. The Queen was taken into custody at the same time, and would have been executed also, had not the British Embassador interposed. As it was, she was kept in captivity dur ing the remainder of her 6hort and un happy life, which ended May 10, 1775. A pathetic letter addressed by her to her brother George TTI. is emphatic in her assertion of her innocence. It is gen erally believed that she wrote the truth. —Cincinnati Gazette. SuREi/r, that preaching which comes from the soul most works on the soul. feetotHi to Industrial Intenst, the Diffiwonof Troth, the Establishment of Justice, and the Preservation of a People's Government. INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA. ItIJDIXO DOW A Oh, did you see him riding down, And riding down, while all the town Came out to see, came out U see, And all the bells were mad with glee? O, did you hear those bells ring out, The bells ring out, the people shout, And did you hear that cheer on chear That orer all the bells rang clear? And did you see the waring flags The fluttering flags, the tattered flags, Red, white and blue, shot through and throngli, Baptized witl battle’s deadly dew? And did you hear the drums* gay beat, The drums’ gay beat, the bugles sweet, The cymbals’ clash, Hu cannons’ crash, That rent the sky with sound and flash? And did you see me waiting there, Just waiting there and watching there, One little lass, amid the mass, That pressed to see the hero pass? And did you see him smiling down, And smiling down, as riding down With slowest pace, with stately grace, He caught the vision of a face— My face, uplifted red and white, Turned red and white with sheer delight To meet the eyes, the smiling eves, Jut flashing in their swift surprise? O, did you see how swift it came. How “wift it came, like sudden flame, That smile to me, to only me, The little lass who blushed to see? And at the windows all along, O, all along, a lovely throng Of faces fair, beyood compare, Beamed out upon him, riding there! Each face was like a radiant gem, A sparkling gem, and yet. for them No swift smile came, like sudden flame. No arrowy glance took certain aim; He turned away from all their erace. From all their grace of perfect face, He turned to me, to only me, The little lass who blushed to see! Kate Yale’s Marriage. “If ever I marry,” Katie Yale used to say, half in jest, half in earnest—“lf ever I marry, the happy man—or the unhappy one, if you please—ha! < ha!— shall be a person possessing these three qualifications: ‘First, a fortune. “Second, good looks. “And thirdly, common sense. “I mention the fortune first, because I think it the most needful and desirable qualification of the three. Although I could never think of marrying a fool, or a man whose ugliness I would be ashamed of; still I think to talk sense for the one and shine for the other, with plenty of money, would be preferable to living obscurely with a handsome intelli gent man—to whom economy might be necessary.” I do not know how much of this senti ment came from Katie’s heart. She un doubtedly indulged lofty ideas of station and style—for her education in the duties and aims of life had been de ficient, or rather erroneous; *but that she was capable of deeper, better feelings none doubted, who had ever obtained even a partial glimpse of her true wo man’s nature. And the time arrived at length, when Katie w r as to take that all important step of which she had often spoken so lightly; when she was to demonstrate to her friends how much of her heart was in the words we have quoted. At the enchanting age of eighteen she had many suitors; but as she never gave a serious thought to more than two, we will follow her example, discarding all except those favored ones, and consider their relative claims. If this were another than a true story, I should certainly use an artist’s privil ege, and aim to produce an effect by making a strong contrast between these two favored individuals. If I could have my way, one should be a poor genius and somewhat of a hero; the other a wealthy fool and somewhat of a knave. But the truth is: Uur poor genius was not much of a genius, nor very poor, either. He was by professon a teacher of music, and he could live very comfortably in exercise thereof—without the most distant hope, however, of ever attaining to wealth. Moreover, Frank Minot possessed'ex cellent qualities, which entitled him to be called by discreet elderly people a “fine character;” by his companions a “ noble, good fellow;” and by the ladies generally a “darling.” Katie could not help loving Mr. Frank, and he knew it. He was certain she preferred his society even to that of Mr. Wellington, whom alone he saw fit to honor with the appellation of a rival. This Mr. Wellington (his companions called him “duke”) was no idiot or hump back, as I could have wished him to be, in order to make a good story. On the contrary, he was a man of sense, educa tion, good looks, and fine manners; and there was nothing of the knave about him, that I could ever ascertain. Besides this, his income was sufficient to enable him to live superbly. Also he was considered two or three degrees handsomer than Mr. Frank Minot. Therefore, the only thing on which Frank had to depend was the power he possessed over Katie’s sympathies and affections. The “duke”—although just the man for her in every sense, being blessed with a fortune, good looks, and common sense—had never been able to draw these out; and the amiably conceited Mr. Frank was not willing to believe that she would suffer mere worldly considera tions to control the aspirations of the heart. However, she said to him one day, when he pressed her to decide his fate— she said to him with a sigh: “Oh, Frank! I am sorry we have ever met’*’ “Sorry?” we must part now— ,J “Part?” repeated Frank, turning pale. It was evident he had not expected this. “Yes—yes,” said Katie, casting down her eyes with another piteous sigh. Frank sat by her side. He placed his arm around her waist, without heeding her feeble resistance: he lowered his voice, and talked to her until she— she, the proud Katie—wept—wept bit terly. “Katie.’ said he, then, with a burst of passion, “I know you love me! But, you are proud—ambitious—selfish! Now, if you would have me leave you, sav the word, and I go!” “Go!” murmured Katie, verv feebly —“go!” J ‘ ‘You have decided ?” whispered Frank. “I have!” “Then, love, farewell!” He took her hand, gazed a moment tenderly and sorrowfully upon her beau tiful, tearful face; then clasped her to his bosom. She permitted the embrace. She even gave way to the impulse of the instant, and twined her arms about his neck, but in a moment her resolution came to hef aid, and she pushed him from her with a sigh. “Shall I go?”he articulated. A feeble “yes” fell from her quivering lips. And an instant later she was lying upon the sofa, sobbing and weeping pas sionately—alone. To tear the tenacious root of love out of her heart had cost her more than she could have anticipated; and the certain ty of a golden life of luxury proved but a poor consolation, it seemed, for the sac rifice she had made. She lay long upon the sofa, sobbing and weeping passionately. Gradually her grief appeared to exhaust itself. Her breath came more regular and calm. Her tears ceased to flow, and at length her eyes and cheeks were dry. Her head was pillowed on her arm, and her face was half hidden in a flood of beauti ful curls. The struggle was over. The agony was passed. She saw Mr. Wellington enter, and arose cheerfully to receive him. His manners pleased her; his sta tion and fortune fascinated her more. He offered her his hand. She accepted it. A kiss sealed the engagement—but it was not such a kiss as Frank had given her, and she could not repress a sigh. There was a magnificent wedding. Splendidly attired, dazzling the eye with everything around in the atmosphere of fairy lane, Katie gave her hand to the man her ambition—not her love—had chosen. But certainly ambition could not have made a better choice. Already she saw herself surrounded by a magnificent court, of which she was the acknowl edged and admired queen. The favors of fortune were showered upon her; she floated luxuriously upon the smooth and glassy wave of a charmed life. Nothing was wanted in the whole cir cle of her outward existence, to adorn it and make it bright with happiness. But she was not long in discovering that there was something wanting within her own breast. Her friends were numerous; her hus band tender, kind and loving; but all the affections she enjoyed could not fill her heart. She had once felt its chords of sym pathy moved by a skillful touch; she had known the heavenly charm of their deep, delicious harmony; and now they were silent, motionless, muffled so to speak, in silks and satins. These chords still and soundless, her heart was dead; not the less so because it had been killed by a golden shaft. Having known and felt the life of sympathy in love, she could not but mourn for it, unconsoled by the life of luxury. In short, Katie in time became magnificently miserable, splen didly unhappy. Then a change became apparent in her husband. He could not longer re main blind to the fact that his love was not returned. He sought the company of those whose gayety might lead him to forget the sorrow and despair of his soul. This shadow of joy was unsatisfactory however, and impelled by powerful long ings for love, he went astray to warm xis heart by a strange tire. Katie saw herself now in the midst of a gorgeous desolation, burning with a tfcirst unconquerable by golden streams, tiat flowed around her; panting with a hanger, not ah the food of flattery could appease. She reproached her husband for desert ing her thus; and he answered with an gry and desperate taunts of deception, aid a total lack of love, which smote her hiart heavily. ‘‘ You do not care for me,” he cried; “then why should you complain that I bstow elsewhere the affections you have met with coldness ?” “But it was wrong, tinful,” Katie re monstrated. “Yes, I know it!” said her husband, fiercely. “It is the evil fruit of an evil seed. And who sowed that seed? Who gave me a hand without a heart ? Who became a sharer of my fortune, but gave me no share in sympathy—who devoted me to the fate of a loving, unloved hus band ? Nay, do not weep, and unclasp your hands, and sigh and sob in such desperation of impatience—for I say nothing yon do not deserve to hear. ” “Very well,” said Katie, calming her self; “I will not complain. I will not say your reproaches are undeserved. But granting that I am the cold, deceitful thing you call me—you know that this state of things can not continue. ” “Yes, I know it.” “Well?” Mr. Wellington’s brows gathered dark ly; his eyes flashed with determination; his lips curled with scorn. “I have made up my mind,” said he, ‘ ‘that we should not live together any longer. lam fared of being called the husband of the splendid Mrs. Welling ton; I ' w 'ill m °ve in my circle; you shall shine in yours. I shall plaoe no restraint on your actions, nor shall you on mine. We will be free.". “But the world!” shrieked Katie trem bling. “The world will admire you the same —and what more do you desire?” asked her husband bitterly. “The marriage of hands, and not of hearts, is a mock ery. Few know the conventional mean ing of the term husband and wife; but do you know what it should mean ? Do you feel that the only true union is that of love and sympathy? Then, enough of this mummery ! Farewell! Igo to consult friends about the terms of separa tion. Nay, do not tremble and cry, and cling to me now—for I shall be liberal to you. As much of my fortune shall be yours as you desire. ” He pushed her from him. She fell upon the sofa. From a heart tom with anguish she shrieked aloud: “Frank! Frank! why did I send you from me? Why did I sacrifice love and happiness to such a fate as this ? Why was I blind till sight brought me mis ery?” She lay upon the sofa sobbing and weeping passionately. Gradually her grief appeared to exhaust itself; her head lay peacefully on her arm, over which swept her dishevelled tresses— until, with a start, she cried: “Frank ! oh, Frank, come back!” “Here I am,” said a soft voice by her side. She raised her head. She opened her astonished eyes, Frank standing before her. “You have been asleep,” he said, smiling kindly. “Asleep?” “And dreaming, too, I should say—. not pleasantly, either.” “Dreaming?” murmured Katie; “and is it all a dream ?” i “I hope so,” replied Frank, taking her hand. “You could not mean to send me from you so cruelly, I know! I waited in your father’s study, where I have been talking to him all of an hour. I came back to plead my cause once more —and found you here where I left you— asleep,” “Oh. what a horrid dream!” murmured Katie, rubbing her eyes. “It was so like a terrible reality, that I shudder now to think of it. I thought I was married!” “And would that be so horrible?” asked Frank. “I hope then you did not dream you were married to me!” “No—l thought I gave my hand, with out my heart.” “Then, if .you gave me your hand, it would not be without your heart?” “No, Frank,” said Katie, her bright eyes beaming happily through tears— “and here it is.” She placed her fair hand in his—he kissed it in transport. Aud soon after there was a real mar riage; not splendid, but a happy one; uo* followed by a life of luxury, but by a life of love and contentment; "and that was the marriage of Frank Minot and Katie Yale. Ice and the Stomach. The use of ice as a luxury, in the form of ice cream or of iced water, is becom ing more prevalent in this country. Used in these ways they are generally taken, especially by the young, reck lessly, without a thought of any serious, possibly fatal, results that may follow. An average stomach has an immense deal to do to digest three full meals a day; especially when, as is frequently the case, it is disturbed and irritated by food that is indigestible because of its quality or its quanity. Let it be remem bered that there is nothing in the body —blood, muscle, membrane, bone, ten don, nerve, brain, or secretions—which has not come of the contents of the stomach. Neither is there a thought, a feeling, an emotion, a volition, or an act, which has not derived the material force back of it from the stomach. Such an organ must, therefore, be highly organized. It has countless arteries, veins, nerves and glands. It is lined with a delicate mucous membrane, as much so as the air-tubes. It is studded all over with glands which elaborate and pour into it that wonderful fluid, gastric juice. Its coats consist of different thin layers of muscles arranged crosswise, and these are con stantly at work giving it that peculiar rolling motion by which the food is thoroughly mixed with the saliva. Every organ and muscle when in action must have a special supply of blood. This is especially true of the stomach. Food, therefore, fails to disgest if the blood is withdrawn from the stomach, as, for instance, to the brain by study, or close thought, or by anxiety, imme diately after eating. Now, it is the nature of cold to con tract all blood-vessels and drive back the blood, and to paralyze, more or less, all nerves. Of course, the flow of gastric juice is checked, and digestion is arrested, and the proper motion of the stomach interfered with, by an ice-cold fluid in troduced into it. Further, when the reaction sets in, the blood-vessels become over-distended, producing often a dangerous congestion, and an increased thirst, with a demand for more ice-water, thus inducing a “vicious circle.” From what we have said, any reader can see that iced water, or ice cream, should not be taken into the stomach at the same time with food. Serious con sequences often follow a disregard of this physical law.— Youth's Companion. M. Pbudhomme lauds the advantages of gymnastics. “There is nothing like it for the health,” he says; “it increases a man’s strength, prolongs his days” —“But our ancestors did not practice gymnastic, and yet”—“They did not, and what is the consequense ? They are dead, every man of them.” — Figaro. SUBSCRH>TION--sl.se. NUMBER 39. PITH AND POINT. What made the bridal trip ? Scooped in — All grades of sugar. Hard to realize—Borrowed money. “ A watched pot never boils”— over. The drum-major is the “ display head” of a brass band. Whisky is the liveliest “ still”-born child on record. Fob tliirfy yofti'a o 1 ItroK 9 nanf pieces have bred emotional profanity. “The poor ye have with you al ways,” but the rich go away in summer time. A Kentucky company insures whisky, but declines to take lire risks on the consumers. Weather prophecy—When you see two cats on the woodshed looking each other in the eye and waving their tails, it is a sign of a squall. “I put outside my window a large box tilled with mold, and sowed it with seed. What do you think came up ?” “ Wheat, barley, or oats ?” “ No—a policeman, who ordered me to remove it. ” “Now, George, you must divide the cake honorably with your brother Charles.” “ What is honorable, moth er?” “It means that you must give him the largest piece.” “Then, mother, I’d rather Charley would di vide it.” Conversation between two French girls: The older—“l think mamma ought to bo ashamed of treading al ways on our heels and watching us so carefully.” The younger—“ The fact is, she’d just make us want to be wick ed—if we weren’t thinking of it all the time.” *" A gird hoard her father criticised se verely across a dinner table. The care less critic paused a moment to say : “ I hope he is no relative of yours, miss V” Quick as thought she replied with the utmost nonchalance : “ Only a connection of my mother’s by mar riage.” Teacher— “ Now, Bobby, what is the plural of mouse?” Hobby—“Do-no’m ’m.” Teacher—“ Why, Bobby, I’m sur prised. The plural of mouse is mice. Don’t forget that now.” Bobby— ‘ ‘ No’m. ” Teacher— *‘ Now tell me what is the plural of house.” Bobby— “Hice.” WRECKED IN PORT.- “Ali ha! ” said Jones, “ a billet dour! I know from gome sweet maiden, fair; Methinks it bears a perfume now, Straight from the breath of kisses rare. I know it’s rash— It’s saorilege to break the seal Of this white envelope that wraps— And yet, to see who ’tis so leal, I fain will open it—perhaps I’ve made a mash I ” It read : “ Dear Sir—You owe this bar An X, and I must have my pay; You’ve ‘ hung me up ’ too long, by far; And I’ll not wait another day— I’m talking cash! ” —Petroleum World. “Deacon,” said the widow, as she stroked iu a feline manner the maltese tabby that evidently lay in her lap for that purpose, “don’t you long for spring, with its balmy breath, its warm sun shine and its gentle showers, which awaken nature and put life into every thing that has laid cold and dead during the long winter, and bring everything up out of the cold, cold ground into light and life?” “ Well, hardly, widow,” re sponded the deacon; “you know I buried my seoond wife last fall.” The following reached the New Or leans Picayune with the request that it should be published as an advertise ment : “1 want ahouse ceaper one that knowes how to ceap ahouse in its proper manor one that will help makal aliving and that is well respected in good so ciety with good education but not thro graduate with some property so that it will amount to one Thousen dollars or more meadium sise girl but not to ex ceade Twentytliree years off age, as that is my age I am amedium sice man with darck hair small gray eyes small eyers and round face worth about Twothousen dollars with no bad habits Young girls if you want to marry and think you will till the place write to me for I mean what Issy. Direct to,” etc. One Who Has Killed 1,164 Deer. The Elmira Free. Press says : Charles O. Smith lives in Tusoarora Tmvnship, Steuben County, about four miles from Addison. In conversation with our cor respondent he said: “I came from Che nango County into this region in 1840. It was a wilderness into which we went. Not a tree of the old forest had been felled. There was great hunting here aboats in those days,” continued Mr. Smith. “I remember well when my wife would say to me, ‘ Well, Charles, I want you to go out and get me a deer.’ I would start in the afternoon when the sun was only an hour high and get three or four deer before it got very dark. Why, I have myself killed as high as eighty-four deer in one season. I have kept account of the number I have killed and it is 1,164, all, too, within a radius of six or seven miles from this spot, and every one in Steulxm County. My father taught me to shoot on the run, long years ago, when we were living in Chenang’ County, arid when I was but a little boy. W r e would go out on a side hill and my father would roll a pumpkin down it. While it was under way I fired, and I practised so constantly and patiently that I got so I could hit the veg etable every time. I did this so I could learn to shoot a deer on the run, and it gave me excellent practice and skill.” A Northern paper praises the “In dian Hair Restorer.” He is a fraud. No Indian was ever known to restore any hair. He files it away as a certifi cate on which to draw rations from Un cle Sam.