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SUNDAY MORNING. .jL> fAs IF I SHOULD DIF. TO-NIGHT. (Authorship Disputed.) If I should die to-night, My friends would look upon my quiet face Before they laid it in its resting-place, And deem that death had lere it almost fair; And laying snow-white flowers against my hair Would soothe it down with tearful tender ness, And fold my hands with lingering caress, Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night. If I should die to-night, My friends would call to mind, with lov ing thought, Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought; Some gentle word the frozen lips had said. Errands on which the willing feet had sped. The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words would all be put aside, And so I should lie loved and mourned to night. THE POET “ANON.” By C. B. De Camp. JOHN r. HOUGH owned me chair factory, itud devoted his life to tile promotion of its pros perity. He was fifty-five years old, square-headed and firm of Up, and esteemed as one of the most successful citizens of Dorhampton. He had be gun life on a farm, saved money until he had sufficient to begin a smuil busi ness of chair-mending, and from the first he had prospered. In addition to the chair factory lie possessed a half interest in the opera-house, and was one- of the chief shareholders in the Dorhampton street railroad. The name of John I’. Hough was synonymous •with success. He was a man who hud made himself wliat he was legitimate ly. before the eyes of his fellow-towns men ; his ai.triument was In a measure the town’s attaint lent. He was re spected, admired. He lived In a large white house with a cupola, and every week-day morning he walked to the chair-factory, situated on the edge of Dorhampton, and walked home at noon to his dinner. He hod a wife and one child, a son, twenty-two years old, named Herbert, whom he had sent to the best college that his son knew of. Mrs. Hough was a large woman with a plain, florid face. She would have been singled out by a stranger from among the women of Dorhampton as the wife of John I'. Hough. On Sundays Mr. Hough attended church with his wife, and after a hearty dinner, if the weather was flue, he walked out alone into the country, ©ftenest in the direction of Kramer’s woods, a considerable tract of timber two miles from town. He looked about him as he walked; at the trees, at the sky, at the wide meadows ovei‘ which cloud shadows swept. Once he stopped to watch a calf frisking about it* mother. Again he paused to listen to chirp of a bird on the telegraph wire. He stood with Ills head on one side, his large hands hidden in the pockets of his smooth gray overcoat. Reach ing the woods, he proceeded slowly, stopping often, nml sometimes seating himself on a log. lie followed the flicker of a red squirrel’s tail; stooped over a pale forest flower; stroked a cushion of delicate moss at the base of a decaying stump. On one occasion a tree, recently fallen, engrossed his attention for a long time. He observed the withering leaves, some of them brown and brit tle, others with a green patch of per sisting life at their base. He followed the far sweep of the branches, and sur veyed the screen of roots higher than his lint. Finally lie seated ldmself on a short stump near by and took from liis pocket some sheets of notepaper. Ho held a pencil tightly near the lead, and put it frequently to Ids lips. Then, recrossing his legs, he wrote, on the uncertain support of his knee: Alas, you have fallen, O king Of the forest! No longer will ring Tile song of the birds in your branches. He erased writing for a time atul compressed bis lips. He scratched out “branches” and wrote over it “leaves.'’ Then he proceeded: The winter's cold storm when It heaves Through the forest will miss your strong might That resisted it all through the night. Through many a gale you have stood, frond monarch of all In the wood. But at last the buffet of Fate Hag brought you to this fallen state. He read over what he had written, and resumed his contemplation of the uprooted tree. Then lie put the paper and pencil iu his pooket and walked home, his eliin sunk on his cravat. In the evening, after his wife had gone upstairs to bed, be spread out the notepaper under the sitting-room lamp and wrote, with occasional erasures: So man, who has riches and might. (Believes himself strong for the tight. He has weathered the gales of life And expeets to last all through the strife. But. alas, the time comes when he. too. Will find that his triumph Is through. 'And he. of whom people have thought There was no one so powerfully wrought. Will be swept from his place by a breath. The breath that we mortals call Death. I He copied the lines on • sheet of If I should die to-night, Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, Recalling other days remorsefully; The eyes that chilled me with averted glance Would look upon me as of yore, perchance, And soften, in the old familiar way; For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay? So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night. Oh. friends. I pray to-night. Keep not your Liases for my dead, coid brow— The way is lonely, let me feel them now. Think gently of me; 1 am travel worn; My faltering feet arc pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, oh hearts estranged, forgive, 1 plead. When dreamless rest ia mine I shall nol need The tenderness for which I long to-night. foolscap, writing in a tall, back-slanting hand, quite different from the short, square characters on the notepaper. In making the copy he used a pen with a porcelain handle, which he dipped in an Ink-bottle covered with led leather. He had taken these from be hind a clock on the mantel. At the top of the sheet lie wrote, "On a Fallen Tree,” and at the bottom, beneath the last line, to the right, the word "Anon.” He placed llie paper if an envelope, which he adilPPßsed in the same tall back hand tq the editor of the Dor bamptou Bugle Call. Some time in the week following Up lines "On a Fallen Tree” appeared on the editorial page of tli'e Bugle Call. Mr. Hough bought two copies of the paper that day, putting one of them In the inside pocket of his coat. When alone that evening he cut out the verses with the scissors from his wife's work-basket, und slipped them into an old wallet which contained many other clippings of verse signed "Anon.” Once the Bugle Cull directed atten tion editorially to these anonymous contributions. It asked, “Who is our poet?” But the answer was not forth coming. There was considerable in terest in the question,and the unknown author was sometimes referred to as the “sweet singer Anon.” Several of the Dorhampton women of known lit erary bent were suspected of having written 1 lie poems, but they disavowed the authorship of them. The contri butions to the Bugle Call increased In number. Herbert Hough brought a college friend with him when he returned home for the mid-year vacation. Mr. Hough rarely took his eyes off Her bert. He noted the careless way liis son threw a leg over the arm of a chair; the independent manner lu which he thrust Ills hands Into his pockets when standing before the fire. He listened to debates between Her bert and bis friend concern itffc the value of certain studies, and his firm lips parted and his tight jaw dropped. Whenever Herbert said "Political Economy” or “Renaissance," his father would curve the toe of his boot up ward and his face would express pro found attention. Herbert and his friend talked a great deal about lit erature in an esoteric way, praising and damning the lilc-work of authors whose very name the elder Hough liad never heard mentioned. Upon Herbert remarking that a certain classic writer “made liim his father said. “1 should think they'd know better than to teach you about him.” One evening, shortly after the young men had arrived, Mr. Hough, on re turning from the chair-factory, tossed a copy of the Bugle Gall on the sitting room table. It was folded with the editorial page outward. After supper, when they were seated about the table, lie regarded the newspaper both ex pectantly and uneasily. lie also watched liis sou. Herbert was moving around the room restlessly, hands in pockets. At length lie approached the table and picked up the paper mechan ically. "Now, Stove." he said to his friend, "if you are good I'll read you some moving journalism. This Dorhampton paper is really better than a comic weekly.” He glanced over the edi torial page until liis attention was sud denly arrested. He read for a moment, and then burst into a shout of laugh ter. “Oh. dear!" he gasped. “This is bet ter than 1 expected. Now listeu to it. This is printed not as a joke, but seriously." H t > begau to rend: bird, little bird, are you cold. I'p there on the telegraph wire? "'bile 1 atu wrapped in an overcoat And have a Warm lire?” The reading was interrupted by an explosion of laughter from Herbert's friend. "Do you wonder why I wear a hat. While you have naught oft your head? Are you thinking that when the night comes You are homeless, but 1 have a bed? “Or is it perhaps for a mate lhat you twitter so softly and sweet' 1 Cheer up. little bird, the Sprite's coming, \\ hen birdies with lovers will meet.'* “This." said Herbert, in a choking voice, “is called. What Say, Little THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS. Bird?* and it is signed ‘Anon.’ Well. I Bhould hope so.” He threw the paper to his friend, and lay helpless from laughter in a chair. “Oh, say, dad,” he cried, when be could regain his voice, “you ought to get out an injunction against that sort of thing. That’s criminal.” Mr. Hough was sitting in the shadow beyond the circle of lamp-light, one big hand smoothing his leg. “Don't yon think—don’t you think it is good?” he asked. “Oh, dad ” Herbert was at a loss for words. “Well, it’s natural that you shouldn’t see it the way we do, because you have never bothered your head about poetry and that sort of thing. But this stnff is so rotten that It’s good. That’s about the size of it.” Herbert took the paper from the tabie and cut out the poem with bis penknife. "I am going to make a great hit with this when we go back," he said. An hour or so later the young men left the house. Mr. Hough sat long in the shadow, liis hands on his knees. “Are you coming upstairs, John?” called liis wife from above. “After a hit, mother.” He opened a small safe in the corn* 1 ! of the room and took from it the wal let. It was almost filled with clippings from the columns of the Bugle Call. He pulled the clippings out, and with out examining them thrust them into the dying coals of the grate fire. The paper turned black slowly, and a spiral of smoke rose from it.. He knelt on the fender and blew the blackening paper into flame, and as he blew a tear rolled down to the corner of his lips.—Harper’s Weekly. CAVE-DWELLERS OF ENCLAND. Troglodyte* Ar Not Vet Extinct In the I'nileil Kingdom. Although there Is nothing Inherently improbable in the circumstance. It is not generally known that the race of the troglodytes is not yet extinct, and that there are at present quite a num ber of cave dwellers in modern Brit ain. This is the title of an entertain ing contribution in the Windsor Maga zine by "York Hopewell,” who de scribes and illustrates a number o 2 these modern cave dwellings. The in hnbitants are by no means half-sav ages. At Kinver Edge, near Birming ham, are two rows of modern villa resi dences, formed mainly out of the “itn tnemorlal caves hollowed out of the hills,” witli stone front projections. Thesedwellings are said to be “far more comfortable and luxurious than the less original residences to lie found in more pretentious neighborhoods." The rooms are "spacious and rainproof,” and the people of Envllle, we read, "as the village formed by these bouses is called, are justly proud of their quaint homes, and speak with patriotic affection of Holy Austin Rock, the stone from which their dwellings are hewn.” There are several remarkable cave dwellings at Knaresborough, in York shire, the "proprietor” of which has adorned the various levels of his hill side cave home with battlements and calls It Fort Montague. At Areley Kings, in Worcestershire: Seaton, near Exeter; Seaham, on the Durham coast; Stourtnn Castle; Castle Hill, Dudley; and elsewhere are other homes of mod ern troglodytes; and at l.ndaig, near Oban, is a cave fitted up and for a long time used ns a place of worship. The writer of this Interesting article avers that “it is no exaggeration or perver sion of the truth to say that there are many eaves in the Fnitod Kingdom which are much better fitted for human habitation, and would tie far healthier and roomier for a family (assuredly “roomier”), than are some of the mod ern jerry-built erections that our crowded towns and villages are so fa mallnr with at the beginning of the twentieth century."—London Daily News. Cowi, Their f ile*-* ami Dinllke*. “Cows have their likes and their dislikes,” said the milkmaid to tin summer hoarder who was curious tc see every part of the farm. “For instance, a cow admires a horse, and will s uir.d and watch one for a long time. Site is sort of timid about him. but site admires hint just tin same. She has a contempt for a mule, and seems io he amused by bis antics. Hogs she tolerates, that's all. And sheep, she hates. She will not eal grass where shop have been. Sin bates dogs. too. but will tolerate the shepherd dog, because site knows she simply has to, and that the shepherd dog will not bile her. “Cattle go wild at being let into a fresh pasture." added the milkmaid "It seems to go to their heads. Each is afraid that the other has got a better feeding place than herself, and tries to drive her neighbor away.” “Then there is a good deal of human nature in the cow. after all.” mused the summer hoarder, who had studied a year qr two at a university, and was given to philosophical reflections. "Well. I should smile,” answered the milkmaid. "A single eotv with a calf will boss a. whole herd of steers,” and swinging her pail over her arm, she went down to the milking pens.—New York Tribune. lowest Kind of landless Chain. The latest form of the endless chain Is that devised by a contributor to the English newspapers who incloses with his articles a polite letter and twe dozen stamps. If the article is found to he unsuitable he wishes the editor to use one of the stamps in forwarding it. with the lettef and remaining stamps, to the next one on a list ot twenty-four other editors, who is re quested to do the same, and so on un til stamps aud editors are equally ex hausted. SOML CELEBRATED AMERICAN OUTLAWS • Harry Tracy Only One of a Class Who Have Achieved Noto riety in This Country. Leading London papers for over a month have been receiving loug cable dispatches from this country about Harry Tracy. He was an internation al character before bis death. But he Is only one of the celebrated outlaws whom this country lias produced. Quantrell was the first of the modern outlaws. He began on the Southwest ern border before the war. His orig inal band, formed in 1859, was com posed of eight men. But in six months it had grown to thirty men, of which Cole Younger, of the dreaded Younger brothers, made one. Cole's brother got in later, and it was not until the pres tige of Quantrell had been dimmed that this precious pair gained wide no toriety. Quantrell graduated several delecta ble pairs of outlaws from bis band. Of these the best known were of course the James boys. One day when Jesse James was sixteen years of age and liis brother Frank was eighteen, some militiamen conceived It to be for the good of the community that they should publicly chastise tile brothers. They caught the boys on their moth er’s farm in Clay County, Kentucky, and whipped them well. The immediate effect of the punish ment was to cause tne James brothers to enlist under Quantrell, from whom presumably they learned much that stood them well in the many pursuits of which they were the object. The whole world heard of their daring ex ploits, of their many escapes, often when capture seemed to be certain; of the raids carried on by them long after Quantrell had retired from the field and the Younger brothers had ceased to lie notorious, how it was found im possible to capture tlipm until the day when Hod Ford, a relation and in their eoufidtiice. shot Jesse from behind while (lie latter was dusting a picture on the wall of liis home. The Southwest breathed easier when Jesse James fell, for his death put an end to the long career and pursuit of his brother Frank, as wcil as himself. Frank James settled down in St. Louis and to his great credit led thereafter a respectable life. But the attitude of Billy the Kid more nearly approximates that of Tracy than did that of Jesse James. Billy, whose right name was William Bonne, whose deeds and misdeeds have supplied subject matter for more than one penny dreadful, was a New York waif, who. while still young, was taken to Indianapolis, where lie was raised. He ran away from home one day. and ever after gave himself up to that thirst for notoriety which character ized him. His first “enemy” was John Chisum, Ills employer, whom he swore to kill for a trifling matter of a dispute over wages. In the East he. at his age. would probably have been clapped iuto jail along with Jesse Pomeroy and other youngsters with a thirst for blood, but on the edge of Death’s Valley men rather believed in the right of the ven dettist to create bis own laws. He be came the most feared man in the Southwest, and he was careful to fos ter his reputation. His vanity was great, arid it con stantly fed upon itself, until almost no risk was too great for him to run. He walked into towns, killed his men. r.no openly defied arrest. General Lew Wal lace met him while the authuv of "Ben Ilur” was Governor of New Mexico, and arranged to have him testify at a coming trial, lie submitted to arrest and was placed in jail heavily hand cuffed at his own request. This was either vanity or a desire for obvious reasons to contribute to the desperate character of his reputation. None of the jailers was in the secret of liis arrest, yet oue day he announced that he was tired of Jail life. The handcuffs dropped front nis wrists, the doors opened, and he rode away. They said it was hypnotism, but later, when ho was actually cap tured in earnest by Sheriff Garrett and confined to Lincoln County Jail, New Mexico, after being sentenced to death, it was not hypnotism that got him off. Nine men stood guard over him. and there was not a moment when at least one was not watching him. When he was sentenced he told the Judge he would never hang, and it was so. One day he caught the sentinel who was supposed to watch him off liis guard. It was at meal time on the day before that set for the execution. The cue man at dinner with him leaned over to pick up something. Billy brained him instautly with his man acles, and picking op the dead man's revolver, marched bokily from the jail. Again he began bis roving life, defying pursuers right and left, and yet appar ently not taking even ordinary precau tion. Some time afterward he was shot and killed by Sheriff Garrett, who had sworn to take him dead or alive. Another career similar to that of Sraey’s was that of Newt Vorce, who got into a shooting scrape with Deputy Sheriff G. B. Hollingsworth near Deer Trail. Col., in ISS7. The shooting of the Sheriff and of another man named Amos Cnntly fired his vanity, and he started out as a professional “bad man.” killing right and left. A posse got after him, and he kept dodging them in the vicinity of Deer Trail. He .■night have got away many times, but. like Tracy, he preferred to circle round and round like a fox. He terrorized the community at night and hid by day, but at last he was lo cated in a dwgout not ten miles from the scene of his crimes. He was smoked out and captured and sen tenced to fourteen years in prison for murder in the second degree. He was pardoned in 1892 by Governor Routt. It was not long before he was at his old tricks again. He was convicted of assault with inteut to kill in Novem ber. 1803. was given another sentence of ten years, and is still in jail—New York Times. America ItoMiing England of Trade. John Bull is naturally proud of his colonies, and if there is one thing he does boast of it is his inter-colonial trade relations with the mother coun try, which he confidently hopes will prove no mean factor in his future com mercial rivalry with America. If re mained for a straggling Englishman, who the other day found himself curi ously wandering about the .Erie Basin, in Brooklyn, to discover to his amaze ment the fallacy of such a theoretical assumption. It happened thus; In a dock he noticed a fine-looking steamer bearing the nuiqa of Ripley and bailing from Loudon. His patriotism impelled him to go alongside. In the course of liis Inquiries he found that she was bound for Australia with a mixed cargo. On asking wbat the mixed cargo comprised he was shown, to liis astonishment, bicycles, barbed wire, pianos, organs, paper, machinery, drosses, clothing, coal. etc. His con sternation arrived at its climax when lie was told by the chief officer that he had come from Newcastle in ballast: Newcastle. England, mark you. and ir ballast, to take a load of goods (produc ible in England) from America to a British colony! Care of the Eye*. An authority on the care of the eyes emphasizes the fact that in this day of reckless misuse of the eyesight flit rules laid down must consist of warn ings regarding things to be avoided, says Woman’s Life. His advice is in the main as follows: First—Do not use the eyes in poor light. Second—Do not have the body in the way of the light, nor the light directly in front. One is almost as bad as the other. The light should fall without interruption from one side. Third—Do not use the eyes much when recovering from illness, or when very tired. Fourth—Do not use Hie eyes till they become wat y. or •fow signs of indistinctness of vision. Fifth—Do not work with head bout over. This tends to gorge the vessels of the eyes with blood, and produce congestion. Sixth—Do not read lying fiat on the back or reclining, unless the hook is supported in the same relative angle ami position as when erect. This is so difficult to do that It Is better not tc attempt it. Seventh—Do not go a single day without glasses after you should put tli -m on. Things That Kefvli Mr. Itcfirl. Peter Beffel. a carpenter and contrac tor, of Racine, Wis.. can no doubt lay claim to having met with a larger num ber of accidents in Ids lifetime, and still live to tell ic, than most persons In the world. Beffel is about fifty years of i:ge. Thirty odd years ago his misfortunes commenced when both hands were ter ribly ripped by a buzz saw. Recover ing from tliis, both of liis ankles were broken by a fall from a house. Next in order several ribs were broken. then his left arm and later the right arm. llis head was cut open and jaw broken by a fall. I* or a time his misfortunes ceased. Less than two years ago both of his legs were broken at Milwaukee, and be was crushed about the body so that few bones were whole. It took over a year to get around. Shortly after he fell from a step ladder and was injured dangerously internally. Now he again lias a broken arm, having been injured at Kenoslia. Beffei said that he did not believe lie had a whole bone in his body.—Mil waukee Sentinel. 0P Frcal:* of Etiquette. In the domains of royalty the rigid observance of ancient customs is not altogether without its humorous aspect. Iu the Spanish Court it is the custom on the birth cf a royal infant to place the offspring of royalty upon a silver and thus tender the child to its ather. who exclaims: "It is a Prince.” or Princess, as the case may be. In ltussia the Czar, when going out for a drive, must on no account permit any one to know beforehand what road lie intends to take: as the drive progresses the driver is directed where to go. In both the Russian and Aus trian courts no dish must be placed a second time at Ibe royal table, even though it bad not heen touched the first time it was served, says the Lon don Tatler. Our own court is freer than any other from such customs, which are usually retained at the sacri fice of common sense. The sound common sense which is as character istic of King Edward as it was of his mother has always been opposed tc antiquated ceremonials at court. Paris fit'll has about GOOO wells in daily use—a constant menace to public health. . . SEPTEMBER 28 CROWTH OF CATCHWORDS: Many Familiar Phrases Had Peculiar Refi;i linings. Nearly ever)- one lias at times been puzzled to account for the origin of words and phrases they hear used in the conversation of those with whom they come in daily contact. Some of these are peculiar in their etymology and give no indication of tlieir parent age. The word ‘hurrah,” for instance, is a token of joy in use for centuries. It is the battle-cry of the old Norse Vikings as they swept down to burn and murder among the peaceful Brit ish. “Tur nie!” was their war crv. which means "Thor aid"—an appeal for help to Thor, the god of battles. "It’s all humbug!” Perhaps it is. Humbug is Gie Irish "uiin bog.” pro nounced humbug, meaning bogus money. King James 11. coined worth less money from liis mint at Dublin, bis twenty-shilling piece being worth two pence. The people called it “uim hog.” It was a Roman gentleman of 2000 yutrs ago who first asked "where the slice pinches." He had just divorced his wife, and liis friends wanted *n know what Was the matter with the woman. They declared she was good and pretty. "Now,” said the husband, taking off his shoe, "isu’t that a nice shoe? It's a good shoe, ell? A pretty shoe, eh? Anew shoe, eh? And none of you can tell where it pinches me.” "Before you can say Jack Robin son” arose from the behavior of one John Robinson. Esq. He was a fooi. He was in sucli a hurry when lie called on his friends that he would be off l>e fore he had well knocked at the door. "There they go. helter-skelter!” Mint phrase was coined at the defeat of the Spanish armada. The great fleet of the Spanish invasion was driven by storm and stress of the English attack north to the Helder River and south to the Skeldcr River—the Scheldt. Do you know why a hare is called "Fuss”? This is not a riddle, but just an example of how words get twisted. The ancient Norman knights who came over with William the Conqueror pro nounced the word “le puss.” The puss he remains to-day. "Go to Halifax.” That town was a place of special terror for rogues be cause of the first rude guillotine invent ed there by Mammy-- for chopping off felons’ heads. Halifax law was that the criminal “should be condemned first and Inquired into after.” Coven try had a queer law in old times by which none but freemen of the city could practice a trade there. Stran gers were starved out. Hence the phrase of shutting a mail out of human company—"sent to Coventry.” "Spick and span” comes from the "spjkes” and “spanners”—the hooks amFstieteli ers for stretching cloth new from ihe loom. To "dnn” a man for debt comes from the memory of Joe Dun. Imiliff of Lin coln, who was so keen a collector that his name lias become a proverb. “News” is a queer word—the initials of north, east, west, south, which ap peared on the earliest journals as a sign that information was to be had here from the four quarters of the world. The sign was N E W S. and gave us our word "news."—Chicago Chronicle. WORDS OF WISDOM. There are occasions when it is un doubtedly hotter to incur loss tl.au to make gain.—Plautus. Trials come into the lives of trff of us, but they remain trials only so lotu as we choose they shall.-Sleviu Seek to cultivate a buoyant, joyous sense of the crowded kindnesses of God iu your daily life.—Alexander Maelaren. We are all clever enough at envying a famous man while he is yet alive, and at praising him when he is dead. —Mimneruius. A holy life iias a voice; it speaks when the tongue is silent, and is c iihi#r a constant attraction or a perpetual reproof.—Hinton. A contented mind is always joyful; joy like tliis is but religion. The rich and poor alike having contentment, enjoy perpetual rest.—Stewart. If you arc to get the tire of God’s holiness and power and love burn tug in your heart, you must take more time in His fellowship.—Andrew Mur ray. The real past was dark and bloody and dirt) , and it is made to seem as good as ttie present only by the joined magic of guorauce and poetry.—Arthur Brisbane. Each wish to pray is a breath from heaven, to strengthen and refresh us; each act of faith, done to amend our prayers, is wrought in us by Him. and draws us to Him. and Ills gracious look on us. Neglect iiorliing which can produce reverence.—Edward R_ Pusey. What God bestows, He never iu the truest sense of His bestowing takes away, lu the memories which are the richest treasures of our maturer years, ile giveth ns truly as in the first gifts which are poured upon us iu the tree morning of life before we have learned how to prize them or to use thein.- Henry Wilder Foote. To Carry Two Hundred Ton*. There has been built lately for the Kaiser Dock, at Bremerkaveu, the larg est crane iu the world. This crane consists of a four-legged tower sup porting a revolving centre post, to which is attached a horizontal jib, one arm of which carries a counter-bal mee at the extreme end, and the other ud a crab capable of traveling from • s extreme end to the edge of the tow er. It is competent to carry a test load f 200 tons.