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A V EXHORTATION. i, - for to be skilled in making salad. 'T* jfving sweetest song or ballad, r ;'h?UJ j s is but a hunerv sinner, Ver -pntiment 'til after dinner. JW; ' way vou’d find into his heart, 11 „ t verse, but culinary art. not —Louise Taber. -—— Fairy lales. sat on a low stool facing the .; s breakfast spread on a great .I;t* beside him. Beside the egg . :jl > toast and the glass of milk ~ M vvas The Book, with its cover ~.r -ously decorated in red and ' ii( j i >ned open at the picture of i ->■ ‘3S. As ha finished the last “ i butterad toast and began mOi v ,:. p i.owly on tne egg — one Kept the alvr.ys for the last— he turned • meditatively on the nurse, could one do to grow large a c. lar-gei as you—large enough to this big chair?” he wondered, tiongKfiiHy. Mary P mr| i on her cap at mirror. She spoke with difficulty, otj! ntion on her task. .‘Ob. oat much and sleep much and jj e Y pvy cood and obedient.” -vat and sleep—and be good,” pari summed up concisely. ‘‘Does it take long?” Mat'' turned her laughing eyes on him, cur: <usly. ‘‘Not very long,” said gjjp/ “Why does he want to be big, t wonder?” He reached gravely for rpj, 9 pook and opened it quite slowly to the place. “T should like,” said Paul, “to eat downstairs, where Simpson waits, and to go places with —with her, and to see what happens after she kisses me good nignt. ••Oh!” said the girl, in an odd lit' 1 e voice. He thumbed the pages wistfully. ••I suppose it rather surprised her —having a little son.” said he. “The princes in this are all big, and I sup pose she wouldn't know quite what to do with me if I went down now — I wouldn’t — fit in. But I don’t seem to belong to her up here, somehow.” Mary dropped upon her knees and patted his legs comfortingly. They were rather fine little legs, straight and shapely, and rosy-brown above the socks. "Don’t you now?” said she. Her eyes grew very narrow and bright as they always did when she was thoughtful or cross. “I tell you! Let’s have a sur prise?” she proposed brightly. “A sur-prise! ” “Something nice when she won’t expect,” explained the girl. "Shall ,we have it?” “Yes, let’s!” cried Paul eagerly. “Is it something about being big and eating downstairs and being with— with her? What is it?” Mary hugged him tenderly. “It’s sleeping in her very own bed with her!" she said impressively. “Would yon like it—just for once! And when she wakes up she will find you!” Paul put his arms around her hap pily. “When—when will it be bed time, please?” said he. The boy opened his eyes on a strange world. Before him stretched a wonderful view, waving, fluttering billows of soft blue silk. His little body was almost buried in downy sheer pillows. He had never been in this place before, but somehow it re minded him of her, perhaps because the faint, very faint blossomy smell that she had was here, too. Suddenly he remembered. He breathed a quaint little sigh of content; then he opened his eyes again, amazed. Soft strains of music were floating in to him. Very cautiously he pushed back the curtains and peeped out. The room was as dainty and blue as the bed, and was dimly lighted by a pale blue lamp in the alcove. He wpt out of the bed scarcely breath ing, and, half-awed, approached the window. It was black outside, and the familiar sky was strangely lit with many twinkling lights. He was five years old, and he had never seen the stars! He dropped down on his knees and gazed at them estatically. How pretty—how pretty!” he tnurmured softly, and then, reinem bering, he drew a sharp little breath and added, “How very clever, too!” Outside the music was running on dreamily. He scratched his head an instant, reflecting, and started slowly for the half-open door in his hare feet an d pajamas. And so, in his'Journey °i inspection and exploration, he came, unheard, upon the two upon tho stairs—a pale, slim, little face, all eyes and tiny, quivering lips. ****** ‘‘lf only you were not unhappy,” s &id the man slowly, ‘‘l—why—I couid bear it then; that would be enough for me; but —” H am happy,” said the Princess tremulously. She raised her roses to ker lips to hide their piteous trem- D bng, and dropped her eyes. Hast week—yesterday, perhaps 1 tfiight have thought otherwise, but to fiight—to-night, I know that I have everything—everything my heart de sires.” Everything?” She nodded, her face turned away to escape the pain in his eyes; her °wn were very soft and dark and buying in the half light, and a little fistful. ’ she repeated, “everything.” Fhe m an fastened his glove intent • an d looked off somewhere into space. H believe,” he said, grimly, “that '° u are breaking your heart.” x °. no,” she cried, softly, “but I Jb braking yours again. Oh, if I l fiht make you happy—if I might!” •Why not?” he asked earnestly, “Why?” She leaned over thoughtfully, her eyes on the people below them. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said; but she half closed her eyes and seemed about to go on, so he waited quietly. “When I married,” she said slow ly, “you—you know the story. We gave each what we wished and so— it was not love, you see. We didn’t even pretend that it was love.” She looked up, but his face was ex pressionless and set. “I loved you,” she went on calmly, “loved—do you see, but, you didn’t ask me—then, and Terrinini did. Af terwards you told me—afterwards, and so I had that comfort to begin on. Then—and then my child was a boy. I didn't want—a boy. I know nothing whatever about boys, and I was very young, and so—but, mean while, I have come to know Terrinini, and—” She raised her eyes co his curious ly, and he winced. “He’s brave—and big—and true,” she went on evenly, “and my boy is growing up. Some day he’ll be a man. I don’t want the love in his eyes to change. I want him always to look at me as he does now. I—” There was the slightest rustle on the stairs behind them, and a very forced cough. They turned their heads curiously at the sound. “I beg pardon,” said Prince Paul, gravely, one hand on the balustrade, the other nursing a bare foot. “I think I must have wakened by mis take. ” The Princess caught her breath sharply and held out her arms to him. “Is it Fairyland?” he asked seri ously, coming down to them. “I have never seen things like this before.” “It is,” said the man, "and how, will you tell me, did you get here?” “I don't know. I really shouldn’t have come, I suppose, I’m so little, and little people don’t belong to stories, but —I wanted to be near you,” he finished sweetly in her ear. She clasped her white arms around him, and let her head fall down on the soft, silvery folds of her gown. “Boy—boy,” she murmured un steadily. ft was a confession of love and a prayer in one. The man reached over and caught the child’s hand. “And now that you've come—what?” said he curi ously. Paul sat thoughtfully pondering the question. “It is only for a visit, I guess,” he sighed. “There is no place, you known for —for just children. They don’t count in things at all—they don’t —” The man pressed the hand he held tenderly. “They just do,” he insist ed. “Fairyland is Childland. Don’t you know? Fairyland is only for you—” “And mother,” said Paul. “For princesses, too, Your picture is in my book,” he confided to her in a w’hisper. “I recognized you. That’s how I knew you are a princess, and Mary says it’s true. Princess Terri nin-i.” Then he turned politely to the man and added: “I expect you didn’t want your pic ture in? Or maybe you aren’t a prince? ” “No,” said the man. “I am not a prince; I’m afraid I’m not much you know. I’m —I’m there, Perhaps you didn’t I’m the Wicked One.” “Why, no!” cried Gs/tT wide eyed. “Are you who kept the princess in and made her old and and —?” “No,” man gently. “I couldn’t. little prince won her away got into her heart and held it against me, and then —and then even captured mine!’’ Paul wrinkled his forehead, puzzled. “I don’t quite remember that story,” said he. He lay back comfortably in the Princess’ arms and closed his eyes to shut out the glittering lights. Over his slim white form the man stretched out his hand and caught the Prin cess’. “Good-bye,” he whispered. “I’m off again. You are happy, I see, hap pier than I could ever make you. ll’mI — I’m glad.” Then she smiled at him. Tears for him were in her eyes. But Prince Paul sat up, as he had turned to go, and held out his hand to the Wicked One, who arose from his stair seat. “I’m sorry you are the Bad Man,” he said. “I —I rather like you. I —l suppose, though, you have to be. They wrote you that way. And I’m sorry I couldn’t rem-remember the —the story. I’ll look—it up—to morrow,” then he turned and smiled up into the Princess’ soft blue eyes. “Would you put me—in bed?” he asked timidly, "and kiss me good night again—if the others could get on without you, I mean?” “They must,” whispered the Prin cess happily. “They must, for I am never coming back to them. I am going to stay always—with you.” He blinked his eyes sleepily and pressed his warm little lips tenderly against hers. “To-morrow —and to-morrovg —and to-morrow?” he asked doubtfully. “For always,” she promised. Pie closed his eyes sighing, and smiled . . . and so, in her arms, she carried him back to the blossomy b e d. —Fred Jackson, in Black and White. In the sandy deserts of Arabia whirling winds sometimes excavate pits 200 feet in depth and extending down to the harder stratum on which the great bed rests. THE PULPIT. AN ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY THE REV. EDWARD NILES. f Theme: Rejoicing in Suffering. Brooklyn, N. Y.—At the Bushwick Avenue Reformed Church, the Rev. Edward Niles, pastor, preached to a large audience cn the subject: “Re joicing in Suffering.’’ The text was from Colossians 1:24: “NowJ rejoice! in my sufferings for your 'sake, and \ fill up on my part that which is lack- j mg in the afflictions of Christ in my flesh for His body’s sake, which is the church.” Mr. Niles said: When Paul was converted, Chris tianity was a Jewish sect unknown outside of Palestine. When Paul had finished his missionary tours, he could say w r ith pardonable exaggera tion, “The gospel is preached in all creation under heaven, whereof I, Paul, was made a minister.” And how he loved to preach! How he yearned to bring every one into knowledge of the truth! Then' while in his prime, he be came a prisoner, fettered to a soldier, any hour liable to execution. He would be well nigh excusable had he complained. I never read this verse without astonishment: “Now I re joice in my sufferings for your sake.” He is not submissive. No passivity lurks in that word “rejoice.” Now after the flight of years, retracing his life, he comes to realize that the tilings for the present grievous never theless worked out the peaceable fruits of righteousness. Now, while Buffering, he rejoices. No back sight, but present feeling. Why does he rejoice? Not because he is glad to have a rest from work. Not because he is a poser and fishes for sympathy. It is for the sake of the church. There, in his cell, lie can perform what makes the church happier, more useful, healthier. Each soldier who mounts guard over him is a soul for him to save, until the whole palace garrison talks about Christ. His presence in the capital city gives boldness to the brethren. He has leisure for writing letters to Epheseus, Colossae, Philippi which will do good for centuries after liis preached sermons are forgotten. So, whether as a minister or a suf ferer, he fills up what was lacking in the afflictions of Christ, is a supple ment to the otherwise incomplete gospel. Our text means just that, although many timid Protestant commentators endeavor to explain it away. Wthout Paul, Christ’s sufferings would have been lacking, Plis coming to earth a partial failure. Atonement means at-one-ment be tween man and God. Our Saviour s ministry and death brought it about from God’s side, not from man’s. The debt sinning humanity owed was paid by Him, but the debtor didn’t know it. Jesus lived, preached and suffered in a little corner of the world. He never went outside of that one Roman district on the east shore of the Mediterranean. Caesar never so much as heard of him. Purposely He made His work intensive, training a few men and women, who did not fully comprehend Him until fifty days after His death, that they and those they inspired might fill up what was lacking in Plis sufferings for the world. Jesus died to save but He could not save thegSWrld alone. A thousand people con verted by PauljygjpPrching to one by Christ’s. was full of hap piness, what the condition of his he realized how essen to the Son of God. It was *' r to do- what Jesus had not jjßreT If he could not do it in one ■way, he would do it in another. Noth ing was hard with such a stimulus. Paul far from filled up to the brim what was lacking, with all his triumphs. He made a beginning and every real Christian since has been adding to Paul’s contribution. Just so much®self-denying effort must be actively put forth, just so much pain must be passively borne for others before every phase of the redemption plan is filled out and the great day of atonement is ushered in, when every knee shall bow and every tongue con fess Jesus as the Christ to the glory of God the Father. In proportion then, as you do your part will this kingdom of God be es tablished upon earth. Yours is the responsibility for its delay! Chris tianity is not a means for you to es cape suffering hereafter, a plan for you to attain future bliss. It is a method for you to hasten on the act ualization of the angel’s song on Bethlehem’s plains. Like the greatest of Christians, you are called to the ministry. A colle giate education is not required, a the ological course unnecessary, ordina tion, a pastorate may be or may not be conferred upon you. You have a calling, whatever your means of live lihood, and that calling is to fill up what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ. Fill up the purse of this church so far as in you lies. Fill up the pews of this church by your presence and persuasion. Fill up the prayers of saints, those vials of golden incense which should ever be kept burning before God. Fill up what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the children by participation in the Sunday-school or some branch of young people’s work. With you, the work here reaches nearer the perfect. Lacking you, it lags. Even Christ is insufficient, mi nus the weakest Christian. The Captain of our salvation must have soldiers of salvation or His or ders are useless. ‘ The private behind the gun is as imperative as the officer beside the gun. Like Paul, you are called to suffer ing when it comes to you, Christian, or if it has already come, don’t bear it, I beseech you. Rejoice in it. Tra vail is a part of the new heavens and new earth birth, wherein dwelleth righteousness. So much groaning and travailing in pain must be before the great day of the restoration of all things. Whatever you carry means less pain for others. You are thus a vicarious sufferer. That made Jesus perfect. It will you. Holiest of all joys is the mother’s heartache when her child is sick, is that which the father feels when his boy is about to contest for some great prize in lire, which the pastor knows as he yearns Softer a wandering sheep. By bearing our mutual woes and burdens the body of Christ is cleansed of spots, loses its wrinkles, prepares for the presentation ceremony. Each member of that body should supplement its head. 1. As an example. Jesus walks no longer upon earth. Multitudes never read from His biography. All they know about Christ is what they see in you. You are His substitute as a pattern. Your holiness incarnate must so attract them that th’ey will want themselves to read of and know Him who is the pattern you are copy ing. The responsibility would be crushing, were not v the privilege so exalting. 2. You supplement His love. Jesus was the perfect lover, because He showed no favoritism. He went among publicans, sinners, lepers and beggars without slighting the rich and prominent. He despaired of neither the drone nor the drudge. He really meant it when He said. “Every one is My brother and sister, My fath er and mother.” He isn’t here now to tell them He will bear their griefs and carry their sorrows. You are. 3. You supplement His salvation. You are the ambassador of goed news, the missing link between the sinner and the Saviour. The divine message must be interpreted by the human voice. You have that voice. It needs no training in elocution to repeat to a dying soul Christ’s promises. If we identify .ourselves with Christ’s sympathy for others by our living and dying for them, His expec tations of us will never seem despotic demands, but ever the longing of one part of the body to help another in its pain. Built upqn the foundations of the prophets and apostles, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief cornerstone, you and I are living stones. Just so many other living stones as we can bring hastens so much filling up the required quota of repeated acts fo self-denial by successive generations and individuals. Your work may not “bring forth the top stone with shoutings of grace, grace unto it.” It will certainly sup plement what the cornerstone began. You can do much by active effort, by rejoicing suffering, or by both, to hasten on the final glory of the tem ple of Cod. Longing For Peace. You say that for many years you have been praying and longing for peace and abiding rest of Soul, and that it lias somttimes come for a while„and then has gone, leaving you darker than before; and yet you do not know anything in your life to keep you from God. You are (all unconsciously) resting in feelings, not in faith. Remember that the true or der of the Christian life is—first, God’s facts about Christ as our per sonal Saviour; second, our faith in Christ; and then, and only then, thirdly, our feelings or experience as the result of our faith in God. Now, if we reverse this order we get into spiritual difficulty and depression. It is sometimes said that for one look at self we should take ten looks at Christ. I would rather say that we should not look at self at all, but be ever occupied xvitli Christ. Rest ab solutely in God’s Word, and keep in that attitude of trust, whether you have any delightful feelings or not. If, as you say, there is nothing of sin between you and God, just rest abso lutely upon His Word; and as you cling by simple faith to His sirs promises, abiding peace will surely come. “Joy and peace in believing.” —Rev. W. H. G. Thomas, in London Christian. Influence. Influence is to be measured, not by the extent Qf surface it covers, but by its kind. A man may spread his mind, liis feelings, his opinions, through a great extent; but if his mind be a low one, he manifests no greatness. A wretched artist may fill a city with daubs, and by a false, showy style achieve a reputation; but the man of genius, who leaves behind him one great picture, in which immortal beauty is embodied, and which is silently to spread a true taste in art, exerts an incomparably higher influence. Now the noblest influence on earth is that exerted on character, and he who puts forth this does a great work. The father and mother of an unnoticed family who in their seclu sion awaken the mind of one child to the idea and love of perfect goodness, who awaken in him a strength of will to repel all temptation, and who send him out prepared to profit by the conflicts of life, surpass in influ ence a Napoleon breaking the v/orld to his sway.—Channing. What Led Him to Jesus. Dr. R. A. Torrey tells a beautiful story of a man in Chicago who had a sweet little daughter. He loved her dearly, but God took that little child away from him. The house was so lonely, and he was so angry against God that vrent up and down liis room far unto the night cursing God for having robbed him of his child. At last, thoroughly worn out, and in great bitterness of spirit, he threw himseF on his bed. He dreamed he stood beside a river. Across the river in the distance he heard the singing of such voices as he had never listened to before. Then he saw in the distance beautiful lit tle girls coming toward him. nearer and nearer, until at last at the head of the company he saw liis own lit tle girl. She stood on the brink of the river and called across, “Come over here, father.” That overcame liis bitterness; he accepted Jesus and prepared to go over yonder where iiis sweet child had gone. Vanity Spoils Everything. Hezekiah “showed them the house of his precious .things, the silver, and the gold, and the spices, and the precious ointment, and all the house of his armour, and all that was found in his treasures; there was nothing in his house, nor in all his dominion, that Hezekiah shewed them not.” Let the spirit of display once get into you, even as a church, and you may write upon the temple door. The things to be shown in the church are the Bible, the altar, the cross —“God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.” If men come to our churches and see the precious things, the silver, and the gold, and the spices, and the ointment, and see no cross, they will curse us in the d?y of aecount. —Joseph Parker. RUSHING THE SCRAP HERO. (ffIUL Ip/ ( (tfj) K ,WV fgf x ZZp\ J £j&JPk ( Tp JH& £? J - 0-^. *rffcjfc %&/ IK *fe§ Ifei —rrom the Indianapolis News. CONSUMPTION COSTS US A BILLION A YEAR. Startling Statistics Brought Out at tlic Tuberculosis Congress by Professor Fisher, of Yale. Washington, D. C.—Professor Irv ing Fisher, of Yale University, read a paper before the International Con gress on Tuberculosis which created a decided sensation. Professor Fisher’s paper was on “The Cost of Tubercu losis,” and he made the startling an nouncement that the great white plague costs in hard cash over one billion dollars a year. Fie estimated that consumption kills 138,000 persons every year in the United States. This is equal, he said, to the deaths from typhoid fever, diphtheria, appendicitis, 'men ingitis, diabetes, smallpox and cancer all put together. Then again, he said, it generally takes three years to die, during which time the poor victim can earn little or nothing. “Five million people now living in the United States are doomed to fill consumptives’ graves unless some thing can be done to prevent it,” de clared Professor Fisher. “As each death means anxiety and grief for a whole family, I estimate that there will be over twenty million persons rendered miserable by these deaths.” The scourge, he said, picks out its victims when they are young men and young women, at the very time of life 3125 COAL MINERS LOST LIVES. Records Show 1907 V/as the Worst Year in History of Industry. Washington, D. C.—Accidents in coal mines of the United States dur ing the last calendar year resulted in the death of 3125 men, and injury to 5316 more, according to statistics just made public by the Geological Survey. The death record among the coal miners during the year was greater by 1033 than in 1906, and is said to have been the worst year in the history of the coal mining indus try. The figures do not represent the full extent of the disasters, as re ports were not received from certain States having no mine inspectors. West Virginia reported the heaviest death rate in 1907, 12.35 per thou sand employes, and this State also showed the lowest production for each life 105t—65,969 tons. New Mexico stood next* on the list with a death rate of 11.45 and a production of 77,332 tons for each life lost. Ala bama was third, with a death rate of 7.2 per thousand and a production of DIVER FIGHTS BEVIE FISH. Thirty Feet Under Water in Hold of Wreck When Attacked. Sail Francisco, Cal. —Wrapped in the tentacles of a giant devil fish, Martin Lund, a diver employed by the Coast Wrecking Company, fought for his life in the hold of the wrecked steamer Pomona, which lies in thirty feet of water in Fort Ross Cove off the Marin County coast. The devil fish had evidently entered the vessel’s hold during the night. Lund had been at work some time before he was attacked. A giant ten tacle four inches in diameter first gripped one leg. Before Lund real ized what was happening another en circled his thigh. ~Tlie diver began to chop at the rub ber-like bonds and at the same time gave the hoisting signal to the barge above. Two more tentacles squirmed MERCURY FOUND BY SURGEON TO CURE TUBERCULOSIS Washington, D. C.—Physicians and the laity will be greatly interested in the result of a series of experiments made by the navy surgeons recently, through which they believe they have demonstrated that mercury is a spe cific for tuberculosis. The Govern ment Bureau of Medicine and Surg ery has published the reports of Med ical Director C. T. Hibbett and Sur geon Barton Leigh Wright. Surgeon Wright, who is the origin ator of the treatment, says he discov ered the efficacy of the drug by acci dent. He was treating a case which required mercury. The patient was tubercular as well. To the surgeon’s astonishment the tubercular lesions began to heal. The mercury is administered by in Rain Storm Uncovers Rich Placer Pockets of Gold. San Bernardino, Cal. Jacob L. Thomason, of San Bernardino, was prospecting among the old Mexican placers near Hesperia when he was overtaken by a furious storm, which forced him to seek shelter. After a quarter of an inch of rain had fallen in less than one hour, throwing the canyons into roaring torrents, Thom ason returned to his work. When the water subsided he found scores of rich placer pockets, and within a few hours panned out SIO,OOO in gold. when they are beginning to earn money. The minimum cost of doc tors’ bills, nursing, medicines and loss of earnings amount to over $2400 in each case, while the earning power which might have been if death had not come brings the total cost to at least SSOOO for each individual. If this sum is multiplied by the 138,000 deaths, the cost, it is seen, is bigger than the immense sum of 81,000,000,000. Professor Fisher es timated that over half this cost falls upon the victims themselves, but the cost to others than the consumptive is over $440,000,000 a year. Asa matter of self-defense, he averred, it, would be worth while to the community in order to save mere ly a quarter of the lives now lost by consumption to invest $5,5 00,000,- 000. At present only a fraction of one per cent, of this sum is being used to fight the disease. Professor Fisher expressed his be lief that isolation hospitals for in curable consumptives are the best in vestment of all, because in this way the most dangerous consumptives are prevented from spreading the disease by careless spitting in their homes and neighborhood. * 92,535 tons for each life lost. Mis souri had the lowest death rate, head ing the roll of honor with .95 and 4 99,742 tons of coal mined for each life lost. Statistics do not bear out the pop ular idea that most mine disasters result from explosions. Of the total number reported during the last year, 947 deaths and 343 injuries resulted from gas and dust explosions, and 201 deaths and 416 injuries were caused by powder explosions. The chief cause of death among the miners, the report explains, was due to the falling of mine roofs and coal. Such disas ters caused 1122 deaths and 2141 injuries. E. W. Parker, chief statistician of the survey, asserts that much benefit will result from the action of Con gress in appropriating sls 0,000 to in vestigate mine disasters and take steps to decrease the number of ac cidents each year. out of the darkness and one twined about his neck. As the efforts of the men on 1 lie surface to comply with his signal threatened to pull his hel met off, Lund was forced to signal them to stop. With only his left arm free he hacked at the tentacles until they were partially crippled, but he was being drawn toward the fish when he saw the outline of the body. Plung ing toward it he drove his knife with all his force into the head, repeating the blow until he had slashed it into sections. In its death throes the oc topus tightened its tentacles until the diver was almost crushed in its em brace,^ Lund finally cut himself free and was brought to the surface fainting. jeetion into the muscular tissue in order to avoid digestive derangement. Dr. Wright says: “I am convinced.” he adds, "that in mercury we have a specific for tu berculosis, and that the only question remaining is how long a time will be required to effect a cure. We follow the well established rules of treat ment during the administration of the drug—open air, rest, proper food in abundance, sanitation, personal hy giene and selection of climate.” Sur geon-General Rixey declines to com ment on the tests. Of course it is not claimed by Dr. Wright that the new treatment will restore the lost lung tissue, but where there is enough lung tissue to support life hebelieves the victim can be saved. Kansas 3lastodon Tusk Crumpled When Found. Concordia, Kan. A large tusk, seven inches in diameter, wa found near here in a bed of clay. The find was made by Frederick Dutton, who was canoeing in the river. The tusk crumpled into small pieces when taken out, but parts of it were brought here, and Mr. Dutton will make a further search for the skele ton of the ma'stodon, which is believed to be buried in the bed of silt and clay. Years ago the lower jaw of a mastodon was found in this district.