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PLAYING SANTA CLAUS TO THE SAVAGES White Men Who Go Into the Remote Corners of the Earth and Carry Christmas to Savage Peoples. By WILLIAM THORP. As white men push out, year by year, into the remotest corners of the earth, they carry Christmas with them as a gift to the savages with whom they come in contact. The American troops have done this in the past two or three years in some of the hitherto untravel f,j islands of the Philippines, where the Spaniards had never dared to venture. Strange, indeed, are some of the ex periences which fall to the lot of these a, l venturers when they first play San ta Claus to a barbarian race that has never heard the glad old story of Yule. The Eskimos* Real Santa. Claus. Sheldon Jackson, an official employ er! by the United States Bureau of Kducation to work in the wilds of Alaska, carried Christmas to the Eski mo children there in 1894. He gave a deeply interesting account of how he did it in a report to the bureau. For several days immediately pre ceding Christmas,” he said, ”1 took occasion to tell the scholars how it was observed by the whites, and ex plained such features about the day as my limited knowledge of the lan guage would admit of; so that, by the close of school the day before, they pretty well knew why it was observed. "All through the winter the almost starving condition of the natives had been so impressed on- us that nothing but the knowledge that our supply of fond was very limited prevented us from distributing regular rations to them. “1 told the children about Santa Claus, and for them to tie their fur stockings up near their beds, as he was coming to visit them for the first time, and would remember every child. t.a\e Them Bags of Hngnr. "I made up a lot of little bags out of empty flour sacks, and Into each one put eight cubes of white sugar, about a dozen pieces of dried apples and a dozen raisins—not a very ap propriate assortment for a Christmas present for a white child, hut It was the best we had, -and I found out after wards that the selection was very much appreciated by the little Es kimo. Although our supplies were very limited. 1 concluded to take enough from such as we had and give each A LITTLE CHRISTMAS PUZZLE R JWULD -V. and ukr upr^miN± J t:JL — Vis I M Klnl out wbil 1 film*l* fit# Mtil* tuff# hlwi| th* bof4if of th* llltA#* trm+of, TU#it put th*if iminm i into iho bl&tiM •§<*•**# l4t jfft ih* nr 014. family the same assortment. It was made up of a tin can filled with flout, eight navy biscuits, one pint of rice, one-half pound of sugar and one third pound of tea. There are ten houses in the village, and about 100 persons all told. The supplies above enumerated were made up into ten packages. 1 had the herders harness one of the deer teams to a sled, and at at 12 o’clock started with four natives for the village, a half mile west of the station. “When we reached the first house, I took a flashlight view of the deer standing by the little skin window, through which a faint gleam of light w’as thrown from the oil lamp burning ing below. Their First Santa Clans. “It occurred to me that perhaps this was the first time in the history of civilization that a live Santa Claus made his midnight visit upon an er rand of mercy with a team of reindeer, and that the Eskimo were the first to actually experience what throughout Christendom is only a myth. “It became necessary to dig away the frost from one corner of the win dow in order to get the packages Mg pjgygr Wftfii V is/ - / Jt Mlgfc, through, and in nearly every Instance the operation alarmed those below, when a package was Immediately dropped down, and they became quiet. “While In my stooping position at the first house I suddenly lifted my eyes to the north and beheld the most gorgeous aurora l witnessed at any time during the winter. SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. DECEMBER IS. 1901. ‘ The night was a glorious one, cold and crisp, with the stars shining in canopy above, and not a breath of air was stirring. The Heavens Aglow. “Across the whole northern horizon floods of wavy light surged and swept from east to west, sending up further into the heavens streams of vapory light, dancing up and down in grace ful shadows that easily led me to im agine that they were caused by invis ible spirits. “For a time I forgot the object of my visit, and lay watching the play of the aurora as it shot forwards and backwards, and when I finally came to myself I looked around and found the natives lost in deep and silent awe at the spectacle. “The hour I spent in this service was one of supreme delight to me, es pecially so as the little handful of food I distributed made the bright eyes of a hundred people glisten with happi ness and supplied as many stomachs with a feast they enjoyed before they again closed their eyes in sleep. “It will take too much space to record all the items I gathered as I peeped through their little skin win dows and saw them dancing around in groat glee, old and young, and ex pressing their thankfulness for the many good things received, the like of which they had never before eaten.” Where Santa Claus Caused Terror. Mrs. Bertha Stover, the wife of a missionary stationed at Baiiundu, Af rica, tells an amusing story of how Santa Claus terrified the black chil dren at her mission station when he first appeared to them a year or two ago. They had celebrated Christmas at Baiiundu before, but they had never had Santa Claus, so Mr. Stover dress ed himself up as the benevolent saint. “He had been padded and powdered and packed until his own mother would not have known him," said Mrs. Stover. "Presently we gave the sig nal, the door flew open and In walked Santa Claus. But, dear me, what con sternation! "He was greeted with shrieks and groans and cries of: " 'Let me out! " It Is the Evil One!' “'lt Is the day of Judgment!' "The small frv, catching the Infec tion of terror from the elder black people, fled to the bedrooms, fell down prone upon their faces, crept under chairs and tables—anywhere to hide themselves. Full lilt Their Wig mill Heard. "Poor SsiiU Claus never had such a greeting before. As soon as he realized the panic he had caused h<* tore off hts tall hat and white cotton heard, and from the bags on hia back began to throw gift a right and left, and to tell who lie was. "Reassured once more, they were soon all laughing and chatting, munch ing the greit 'red breads' idoughnuts*, lasting their fmils, or nibbling at the sweets In the familiar little bags. "One man wondered which end up he waa to hold the fork Manta Claus had given hint. Another immediately tried on his new shirt. The girls ar ranged 1 heir bright hind tiaodksr chiefe into nobby turbans, while others tried to find some place about llwli wanly clot hi rig where they could stow away the bunch of tiitaai, paper of needles end cake of weep given to them "Kart woe tried to talk louder then his neighbor, as they examined the costume of good old Santa Claus, who had frightened them almost to death. One man said he thought Elijah had returned, another that it was John the Baptist. Yet another thought it was Satan himself, and all my sins rose up before me; while a fourth confess ed, ’My only thought was to hide myself.’ ” Feast Tl\at Xcarly Caused Blood shed. The Rev. Frank Paton, son of the famous South Seas missionary, John G. Paton, tells of a thrilling Christ mas which he spent in 1899 at Lena kel on the Island of Tanna, in the South Pacific. He had a mission station there, and his native converts were no strangers to Christmas observance; but they in vited a large number of their heathen friends to come to their Yuletide feast. These heathen knew nothing about Christmas, and were quote un aware that it is supposed to be a period of “peace on earth and good will towards men.” Over a thousand natives were gathered for the great feast. The crew of a “blackbirding schooner,” eager to get Kanaka labor by fair means or foul from the Queensland sugar plan tations. heard of the gathering and dropped anchor off the island ou Christmas morning. The captain, however, seeing the numbers of the natives, hesitated to molest them. Telling the story, Mr. Paton said: “My first anxiety was the labor schooner. but soon anew peril threatened. Some of the heathen had not met since war had raged between them. At first they simply glared at each other, and then old hatreds broke out and hot words were spoken. "Again and again I started some contest that would scatter the excited groups, but they soon came together again. Then , I went from group to group and tried to spread a better feeling. Our Christmas gathering was nearly turned into a scene of blood shed in our very garden, but fortunate ly all passed off most happily.” Among the Head limiters of For mosa. Through the center of the beautiful Island of Formosa there runs, like a backbone, a great range of forest-clad mountains. The original inhabitants of Formosa, a wild, savage, ferocious race of men, live upon these moun tains. Christmas was first carried to these people by a brave missionary named George Leslie Mac Kay. Mac Kay had spent several years on the coast and In the interior, but he hesitated long before he took his life in his hands by seeking out the bar barians of the mountains, to whom no white man had ever ventured. The favorite pastime of these sav ages was to cut off the heads of their enemies and decorate their hats with them. They had been Indulging In this sport when Mac Kay drifted Into one of their villages and spent Christ inas day with one of their chiefs. "The chief's home consisted of one large room thirty feet long," said Mac- Kay. "A fire blazed at either end. The men. dressed In coarse linen sacks with holes cut for the arms, and a broad belt of braided rattan. In which was stuck a long, crooked, sharp pointed knife, stood around one fire; while the women, with much the same dress, gave that In addition they had many rings of brass around their arms and limbs, and Innumerable or naments on their bodies, squatted around the other fire. A Strange Christmas. "So, on that Christmas night, I sat there with these rude people, the room lighted by the fires and by candles made from the heart of the fir tree. The men smoked their bamboo pipes, whtle the women were busy threading making on curious little machines of their own; and all, men and women, were laughing and talking merrily and making a great noise. It was certainly a merry Christmas, and a strange on# to me. “After a time, with the help of the native converts who had accom panied me on thla dangerous trip, I sang sortie Christmas hymns to these savage mountslneers, who had never seen a white man before, end I spent Christmas evening trying to explain to them the old, old story' that haa been told so often In so msny lands siine Ihe first Christmas morning" The aavsges took great pleasure In the singing of the Christmas hymns, and Mac Kay and his friend* came to no harm by their bold expedition. I Ike Hospital at Nelral, one of the most bMtfliitnl loatltu ione a< Beirut, In northern Myrlr, where American warships have had to do ftfriUe duly an frequently of late, ie a great tsapMsl founded |r ig ago hy the Knlgt.ts of Mr. John, gird boar supported f,y a German aociety. flu American medP *i miaeionafles coo on lei eith (he My nan j'rvusttst College at Beirut minister to the pa tients who come to the hospital for treatment, and every year they get up a Christmas celebration which Is the first that many of these patients have seen. "Among the guests of many nation alities," said an American, describing a Christmas party he witnessed at this hospital, “there sits an old man with a long white beard, a turban on his head, a girdle about his loins, and a loose, flowing robe. He ia a Moham medan. A month ago if an American doctor had gone to his house this man would have driven him away for an infidel dog. Now, as Dr. George Post passes by. this man seizes his hand and kisses It. Why is this? The dog of a doctor gave hint the use of his eyes. He eume to the hospital blind; this Christmas day his sight ih fully restored. A Woman of the Mountains. “Next to him is a woman with a long white veil over her fate. She has a little babe in her arms, but the hands are gone. She is a Druse woman. In her home in the mountains she was warming her hands over the fire when some earth and stones fell from the roof, fastening her hands in the fire. They were burned to a crisp. Her hus band divorced her, because with no hands she could do no work for him. But she and her little babe found a refugi at the hospital, and to-day she sits before the Christmas tree and hears the story of Christmas for the first time. "On the other side is a man with a long beard and a green turban. He came from Lebanon. He is the guar dian ot the sacred tomb of Macpelah, where lie buried the bones of Abra ham. Isaac and Jacob. Sarah. Rebecca and Leah. If you went to Hebron, the boys would stone you if you attempt ed to go near Macpelah. This man was blind when he came to the hos pital; now he sees. Ho would have spat upon the doctor had the latter gone to him a month before. His Wnunil Dressed With Unas. “Over there is a Bedouin from Pal myra. He was shot 111 a quarrel, and the Ignorant native doctor put rags in the wound. The poor man grew thin and seemed near death. They brought him from Palmyra to Damascus, four days' journey; then three days' jour ney more to Beirut. It was a ghastly wound, but the hospltul doctor was able to heal it. Now this wild Bedouin sits clamly and looks at the Christmas tree and learns what It means. Once his hand was against every man; now he quietly listens to the message of 'peace on earth, good will towards men.’ “There are many more, from Jeru salem. from Bagdad, from the Euph rates and the Tigris, from villages in Lebanon, Palestine, Cyprus and Asia Minor. Each receives a present, per haps their first Christmas gift—a gar ment or book or toy—and all receive gingerbread, candy, oranges and oth er good things. "No happier Yuletide festival Is celebrated in any land than that In Beirut at the Hospital of the Knights of St. John." (Copyright. 1904. by William Thorp.) Christmas Manners in the Other Hemisphere Odd Holy-Day Plays and Parades In European Countries. This last week before Christmas is a sad one for rrfany lovely fat pigs in Bohemia. Almost every German Bohemian family rears a pig through the year in order to kill it for Christ mas Day. All the ytfar that poor pig has a most beautiful time. It Is treated with courtesy and love and stuffed with tidbits till its little piggy soul feels sure that there is no lot on earth so sacred and delightful as be ing a pig. But on December 19 the pig hears the wheet! wheet! of knives on whet-stones, and If it had any in tuition it would turn ftale. For that Is slaughtering day, and every village resounds with the squeals of dying porkers. In one of these Bohemian towns the children have a pretty custom In the five nights before Christmas. They f/arade at night, dressed as shep herds, and sings melodous songs which announce the birth of the Christ Child. In the famous Erz Oebirge the chil dren form small troops known as "angel troops," and wander from house to house, singing songs. One child is dressed to represent the Bish op Martin, another is Saint Nicholas, others represent angels, Joseph and Mary, shepherds and the good Rup recht. In Alsatla the Christ Child itself walks through the towns and an nounces its arrival at each house by ringing a bell. The Christ Child Is prepared by a grown woman, draped In white and hung fantasti cally with pure white lamb's wool. Her face is whitened with flour und she wears a crown of gold paper with a burning dandle set on top. fn one hand she carries a silver chain. In the other she bears a basket full of candy. Just as the children whom she visits ‘are in the midst of their glee, they hear a terrible rattling of chains und then comes a mighty knock at the door. In comes Hans Trapp, wrapped in a bear skin, his face coal black, with a vast beard waving down his breast and a great bundle of rods In hts hand. In thunderous tones he asks which children have been bad, and advances toward them to punish them. But the Christ Child interceeds for them and after they promise to reform, she leads them to a Christmas tree. In Sweden a grown woman dis guised as an angel visits the house on Chrlstrrfas Eve, and behind her comes the Furmartin, or Furmichel, or Buzegraale, as he Is known In differ ent localities. He is wrapped from head to foot In straw, has a black face wears a mighty chain around his micL die, and has a basket strapped to his back. In North Germany a tall bearded man, garbed either In furs or straw, goes around on Christmas Eve asking the children If they can say their prayers. If they succeed, he gives them nuts and goodies. If they full he maizes believe to punish them by thrusting them Into a large bag which he curries. thFcandle eater. Take an apple and In secret cut out of It a short round cylindrical piece shaped exactly like a candle. Btick into the top a bit of real candle wrick, but be aure that it la not too large a piece. Now put the candle quietly to one aide, and after a while lead the conversation around to the old story that the Ituaeian peasants eat tallow candles Then say that tallow ran dlee aren't half laid, and that you tike to eat them yMuraeif, and would eat one right then and there if there were one around Just then you make be lieve to catch sight of tha stump where you have placed It. Vou go to It, light It. and Show it to all. Then with one good btta you tab* if all in, of cowrae the wick can be ejected, dills e a highly etp.aaefui trick for the appie-i andhr loose eaartly like a r*ai aue. MR. DOOLEY HE* ON THE SIMPLE LIFE By F. P. DUNNE. Copyright, 1904, by McClure, Phillips & Cos, "Well, Chas. Wagner has been havin’ th' fine old time over here," staid Mr. Dooley. "Is that th' man that wrote th' music?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "No,” said Mr. Dooley; "that was Cal. This is Chas. Wagner an' he's th' author iv th' 200.000 book that Presi dent Rosonfelt has rCad since th' Hist iv Novimber. ‘This called’ Th' Simple Life.’ He oudden't find it In France so he come liktc’ f’r tt among th' simple an’ pasthral people in this coun thry. He found It. He come over in a large but simple ship tv twtnty thoutfan' simple horse power nn’ landed in th’ simple little villoga iv* New York where he was met be a comity iv sim ple little village lads an' lasses an' escorted to th' simple Waldorf an' In stalled In a room simply decorated in purple plush. That a veilin' he attlnd ed a meetln' iv th' Fifth Av'noo Female Simplicity Club. A lady wearln' a col lar Iv dlmon's whose value w*.is simply fabulous recited passages fr’m 'Th' Simple Life. After this a simple supper iv terrapin an' i hampagne was served. He then took a simple Pullman train to Wash ington where he attended a rayclption at which a Indy iv th' diplomatic: core, which Is all that Is left Iv diplomacy nowadays, poked th' wife iv a congress man with a lorgnette f’r goin' into sup per ahead iv her. Later he was rny eelved be th’ simple president who said to him: ’Chas,” he says, 'l’ve been preachin' ye'er book to me count hry men," he says. 'Simplicity an' a sthrong navy is th' watchword tv this udmiu stratlon," he says. "Since thin Chas. has been whoopin' up th’ simple life. They've showed him iverythlng simple we have. He’s seen th' subw'ay, th' dhrninage canal, th' stock exchange. Tom Lawson, Jawn D. Rockefellar an' Mrs. Chad wick. lie’s looped th’ loops, shot th' shoots, had a ride In a pathrol wagon, played th' races an' met Dave Hill. Th' las, seen iv him he was climbin' In to a private ear In a fur-lined coat an’ a plug hat. Whin he goes home to his simple life In Paris, he’H goin' to have a ticker put In his study. He ts undershtud to favor soilin' copper on bulges. "1 haven’t read his book, but Hogan says It's a good Van, an' I'm goin' to read it afther I’ve read th’ Bible an' Emerson, which Mike Ahearn riconi mended to me th' year lv th' big tire. Th' idee Is that no nmtther what ye ar-re, ye must be simple. If ye're rich, be simply rich; If ye're poor, be sim ply poor; If ye're nayether, be naye ther, but be simple about It. Ye don’t have to be gin'rous to be simple. He makes a sthrong pint Iv that. (Regards to Russell Wage.) It Isn't nlclssry to open ye'er purse, says Chas. If ye'er a miser, be a simple miser. It ain't isslntlal to be poor to be simple. A poor man walkin' th’ sthreet is far less simple thin a rich man lollin' back In his carriage an’ figurin’ out simple Inthrest on his cuff. Th’ poor man Is envious iv th’ rich man, but th' rich man Is not envious Iv th' poor man. •If ye’re a flower, says he, be a flower. If ye're a bur-rd be a bur-rd; If a horse, a horse, If a mule a. mule. If a hummin' bur-rd a hummln' bur-rd; if a pole cat a pole cat; if a man a man. But always be simple, be it aver so complex. "Th' on'y thing Hogan an' I can’t make out fr’m th' book Is what is simplicity. I may be a simpleton, Hln nlssy, but I don't know. Father Tom Burke was forty years writtn’ a book on 'simplicity' and' he nlver got be yond th’ first slntince, which was: Tt Is simply Impossible to define sim plicity.’ It ain't simple to be poor. It ain't simple to be without clothes, It uln’t simple to be pious or sober. Ye’re pretty simple to believe all I tell ye, hut ye may not be as simple ns I think an' hope. A lie tnay be as simple as tIV truth. Th' fact lv th' rnatther Is that th’ rale truth Is nlver simple. What we call thruth an' pass around fr'm head to hand is ori’y a kind Iv a currency that we use f’r convanlence. There are a good manny counterfeit ers, an' a lot lv th' counterfeits mils' be In circulation. I haven't anny ques tion that I take In manny Iv thlm over me inteilechool bar Ivry day an’ pass out not a few. Home Iv th' counter feits has as much precious metal in thlm as th' rale goods, on'y they don’t bear th’ govormtnt stamp. “What th' divvle Is simplicity anny how? Simple is a foolish wurrud whin ye come to think it over. Simple, sim ple, simple. It’s a kind lv a mix ture lv silly an' dimple. I don't know how to go about bein’ simple. Th’ Lord didn’t make me that way. I can Imagine simplicity, but I can’t Just put me hand on It. No more can (’has. Wagner. Tell me, Chas., how to lead th' simple life. Tell me, Thay dore Rosen felt, simple soul, what I must do. I’ll go as far as ye like. Hand out th' raycelpt. I'll make THE JACK-A-DANDY-PURCHASE PUZZLE. M anAy totmmly. Ja/k n-<la(i<ly plum <to* mul *u*i /••riily. Ilv tniwuht miHtm at ■ grm-t>r‘m hup Ao4 out <m lumping, hup, hup, hup. Ja<to M It uni* m buy rath* ami ••inly. ll* Uuugia lltMui pUM •!* mesilf a simple man If I have to hake In a slow oven to do It. What'll I do? Throw away th' superflootlea says Hogan out lv Chas. hts book. But what ar-re th' superflootles? I'll turn out th' illcthric light, shut off th' furnace, an’ desthroy th' cash raygister bo which complex macheen 1 keep mesilf fr'm robbtn' mesilf. But am I annv more simple because I'm holdln' out on mesilf with frozen An gers h*- a tallow dtp? Was th' wur ruld lver anny more simple thin it is to-day? I doubt it. I bet ye there was a good dale lv talk about Adam fm’ Eve dhressln' ostentatiously an' havin' th' King iv Beljtum's anecsthor to supper with thlm. Hogan was read in' me out lv a book th' other day about th' simple fathers Iv th’ eoun thry. Il was a tur-rble shock to me. This fellow says that Rohert Morris who I supposed sacrificed his fortune f'r liberty, lnjooced Ih' government to pay good money f'r bad; Jawn Adams wanted to mnke a kingdom lv tli' counthry; while as f’r George Wash'ngton, ho acted like a coal-01l Jawnny whin he wint to th' White House, an' his wife put on tnsuff'rahle sirs an’ had such bad table manner* that this here pnthrite was compelled to leave th' room an' run home to put It down in his diary. 'UAn' there ye ar-re. Th’ jnore I think, th' less simple simplicity be comes. Sayß Wegner via Hogan, a tnan shud be like a lamp on’ th' more light he shells th' betther man he Is. That’s th' throuble with jvrybody that thides to advise me to be something I ain't. Whin i run him Into a corner an' say: ‘Come on now an' make good. •Show me th' way,' he tells me I’m a lamp, or a three, or a snow-flake blown be tli' winds, or a bur-rd in a glided cage, or a paint brush or a ship, or something else. But says I: 'l’m none Iv these fine things. I'm a kind Iv a man an' I'm not mintloned In th' liott any or th’ mall ordher list. Tell me what I must do.' An' he looks me tq th' eye an’ says he: 'Be a man.’ An’ there ye ar-re. If a man's a lamp. It’s because he Ntnoke*. don't show up well In th' sunlight ah' will v.an day be blown out. There ar're other simple ures f'r lamp besides givln, light which is wan Iv th' poorest things they do nowadays. Rothschild thrades tq thlm, th' German impror thinks they ar-re on’y useful to throw at his ins Imlos, an* my business ts to All thlm with karosene. "No. sir. they ain't anny simple life. There's oti’y life. It’s a kind tv an obstacle race. Slnnln' replntln', shi nin', replntln'. Home can Jump high; some can't Jump at all. Thtm that Jump highest have farthest to fall. Those that go farthest Hre ruled-off f’r foulin'. A man's no more thin a man an' ho has as many things In him, anny wan Iv thlm li'ble to go wrong Without a moment's notice, as all th’ Injines, tools, lamps an' other hard ware figure lv speech In a prize pome. He has to make his clumsy repairs while undher full headway. Lucky man If he staggers Into port without havin' caused too many shipwrecks on, th’ way over. It isn't th' most succiss ful passage that has caused th' most, shipwrecks. Ye see, Htnnissy I'm a kind lv a Chas. Wagner mesilf on'y betther. He gets his out iv a Fr-renctv head an’ I got mine out Iv th' third reader that a little boy left In here who come f’r a pint Iv simple refrish inent f'r his father's complex thirst." “I don’t think ye know such a lot about It.” said Mr. Hennessy. "I know more about th' sample life," said Mr. Dooley. DEERAReH THE MOST DELICATE. "I suppose you have often wondered why so many menagerie* and zoologi cal parks have the little spotted axi* deer from India In their collection*, while our own American deer are ab sent," said an animal man, the owner of a wild beast "farm" In New Jersey recently. "Well, It’s due to a sim ple, but queer reason; and that Is, that we can keep almost any deer, from almost anv hart of the world, more easily than we can keep our own deer, whether we select the red or Virginia deer, the mule deer or the black tall. The Axis deer from India actually thrive In captivity. The great Malay sambars, the huge Asiatic wapiti, and all the rest, flourish with any reason able amount of care. But the Vir ginia deer droop and get all sorts of stomach trouble, no matter how care ful we may be id the way of food. The mule deer and the black tall often die for no apparent reason at all. We have to be so particular in our selec tion of food for our native deer that It makes this animal a very expensive one to keep. That Is why the Axis door and other foreign varieties are such favorites.” tugrtlirr Th*ff war* i>ium rah*, lauuoii aMi-ka and u**y mndy. Ttw plum ulur nmt l #a>to- Tl>* Iwnnii *ll* k* *>ar t raula mm to, Tb muw tatidy t <nl uh hut*, tout* malar ut mm It ku*4 414 4mto hurl 31