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S\,NLA' M€RNINCi
.Not po many years ago,
On the tides unit shoreward swept,
Merchant vessels, swift or slow,
c To the harbor leapt or crept;
. From the fertile Indian isles
In hot southern seas they came,
Over ocean’s endless miles,
With red sunset tires aflame.
t
Fruited cargoes here they brought.
Guava, ginger, fig or prune.
Rice, and .spice, and rare birds caught
< In the sluggish tropic noon.
These old wharves re-echoed then
All the sounds of seaport trade.
Pulleys plied by strong-armed men,
Noisy anchors cast and weighed ;
Crashing, carrying, cheering loud.
Wild discordant bawl and brawl*
Black and white, a motley crowd!
. Ah, but how we loved it all.
| THE BOSS TRICKSTER.
IT was a very dusty, disreputable
pink nose that pushed open the
back gate of No. 11 Templeton
flats, and it was followed by a
shabby canine body that had once been
white, but was at present a dingy
drab, the result of Infrequent bathing.
The apparition dodged, evidently ex
pecting a brick or billet of wood for a
welcome, instead of which a soft ju
venile voice said encouragingly:
"Come in, old fellow; don't he afraid,
there isn't anybody here but me,’’
And "old fellow" wiggled along,
showing gladness and gratitude in
every motion, and made his way to a
small boy seated on a box in one corner
of the yard, engaged in fixing some
sort of a mechanical toy. The dog
wagged his abbreviated tail in an at
tempt to be fond, and at the same
time exhibited a row of dazzling white
teeth in an undershot jaw, and he
looked very tough, hut little Mark
Koberts was not the least hit afraid.
He patted the stray dog’s head, called
him "old fellow." and then bethought
him that it would only be kind to give
him something to eat. So the next
thing the cook in the Roberts family
saw was Master Mark, in white blouse
and lace collar, entering her spotless
kitchen with a down-at-the-heel bull
dog that was from all appearances at
outs with the world.
"Lau^a-massy, yo' drefful boy. wba'
yo' inudder say an’ yo’ fadder when
day see dat dog':"
She gathered her skirts about her
prepared to run. but Mark’s pleading
arms were about her fat waist and she
dropped in a heap and gathered him
into the fold of her sheltering anus,
while the dog waited at a respectful
distance snuffing the odor of a roast
cooking in (he oven.
“He’s awful hungry. Cindy, and 1
think he's lost. Maybe if you wash
him mamma will let me keep him.
I’ve wanted a real live dog all my
life, Cindy.”
"Bress de elide, he talks es cf he was
es ole es Metliuseleni,” Cindy cried,
and straightway she began a rum
mage for bones and odds and ends left
from the table, and these were carried
outside aud made a fine feast for the
Starved stranger. But what to do
with him next? If only Cindy were to
be propitiated that were an easy vic
tory, but Mark's mother hated dogs.
She often said so. and believed it her
self. Mr. Roberts was totally unac
quainted witii the canine typo, was al
ways spotlessly dressed, and while
not especially disliking the animals,
wanted them to keep a respectful dis
tance. He had fears, too, of hydro
phobia, and like other ignorant per
sons believed that the bite of a dog
was fatal whether the animal had
rabies or not.
Against these objections what could
Mark do? What he did was to keep
the dog secreted on the premises until
he had been groomed into the sem
blance of a fine kennel-bred sport with
a milk-white coat and a sleek head,
showing off pink serrated ears, and
an expression of countenance so en
tranelngly ferocious lliat milkmen and
grocers’ boys delivered their goods to
Cindy at the gate. And just at this
time Cindy advised Mark to let his
father and mother see his treasure, for
she feared consequences if they found
out that she was harboring the in
truder and was as deep in the con
spiracy as the hoy himself.
So this was what Mr. and Mrs. Rob
erts saw when they had dined one
evening and expected to spend an hour
listening to Mark's account of the d'w's
doings. He had been vague and ini
satisfactory lately at this post-pran
dial hour, sometimes unduly excited,
and again unnaturally quiet. Cindy
bad given him a blue ribbon—it had
been washed and ironed—and leading
his acquisition by this tether he
marched into the parlot, and neither
of them saw the animal until it stood
before them regarding them with can
ine curiosity. Mrs. Koberts climbed
on a chair and screamed. Mr. Roberts
said sharply, "Take that brute away,”
and then Mark made his plea.
“He’s just lovely, papa; plays with
me all the time and doesn’t never get
cross. Cindy can tell you—Cindff,
come here'."
“1 deelar ter goodness, Mis Roberts,
dat chile am so posest ter liev a dawg
I’se scared ter hear him go on. An’
dat ar is amity nice kind; he got mos
es much sense es I hes myseff. an’ he
doan nevah bark, jest fit ter play wif
Chilians.”
“How long has been here?” asked
Mrs. Roberts as she stepped down to
earth again.
“Ise cawn't exactly say, but he's
done ’customed to de place, an’ I
OLD WHARVES.
ST ABTBCR WENTWORTH EATON.
Proud old wharves, so silent Stow,
Haughtier in your grim decay
Than in days when many a prow
Sought you from the lower bay,
Symbols of dead dreams are ye,
Symbols of the empty piers
Where our minds so buoyantly
Anchored in the childish years.
Yet the barren tides that creep
Up the harbor night and morn, -
Pinnge and flash and laugh and leap
Round your bases, old and worn.
Nothing of real sadness bear,
For our ships have found since then
Wider wharves, in harbors where
They may come and come again;
Till Time's petty traffic past. ?
All the bawl and brawl and strife, '
We are satisfied at last
IV ifli the wealth of endless life.
—Youth's Companion.
reckon feels at home, ar’ dat chile jes
too happy for euuyting waltzin’ roun’
wif him foh company all day.”
Mark had his arm around the brute's
neck and was rubbing liis own smooth
cheek against the blunt head, the dog
accepting Ids caresses with such evi
dent appreciation that Mr. Roberts,
after watching them a moment, said:
“1 haven't any use for a dog, but if
the boy wants this one to play with
1 have no objection. But keep him
away from me.”
“He s to stay in the yard, remember
that, Cindy,’ said Mrs. Roberts, sharp
ly. "1 suppose Murk could be fur
nished with a better companion, but
he’ll get tired of him, or the dog will
run away. I wish his owner would
find Idm."
If they had read the lost ami found
notices in the papers they would have
seen a startling advertisement anent
this same dog with a reward of three
figures offered for ids safe return. But
they did not. and Mark and Cindy
could not read, and they might have
kept It to themselves in any event,
as they did the dog.
Time passed and the father and
mother did not get over their objection
to Mark's playmate, which indeed they
seldom saw. being much out in so
ciety, at which time the child was
supposed to be sleeping in Ids little
bed. So in truth he was, and often
‘‘old fellow.” the only name lie had,
was curled up on the foot of the bed
after a romp through every room up
stairs with Cindy in attendance. And
lie was there one night when the
family came home late from the the
atre, but with a cunning dissimulation
be had jumped down and hidden, and
they did not see him when they looked
in on the sleeping boy.
In the early morning hours Mr. and
Mrs. Roberts were awakened from a
sound slumber by a fearful crash, and
simultaneously with the sound the
white bulldog hurled itself through
the transom of their door, carrying
the frame with it, as it landed in the
middle of the room. They had only
time for one horrible thought, that the
animal had gone mad—when they saw
flame and smoke rushing in and knew
they were saved from death. The flat
was on fire—there was time for the
tarnily to be saved, all the rest was
lost. And it was found later from
light scratches on Mark's face that the
dog had tried to awaken him, but
failed, and then performed a feat that
was almost superhuman and denoted
an intelligence of the keenest fibre.
When they were settled in anew
home "old fellow" was the hero of the
hour. A silver collar graced his ath
letic neck and ills story was told In
print. Mrs. Roberta gave him the
privilege of the drawing-room, but
Mark and Cindy were reserved for Ids
special friends, and sometimes be
seemed a little tired of them. He
drooped and they sent for a veterinary
surgeon, who could find nothing defi
nite the matter, but concluded he bad
inhaled smoke the night of his life
saving feat. But the hurt was deeper
than that, as they soon learned.
They were walking in the park and
sat down to rest, Mark and "old fel
low" making a striking picture and at
tracting attention as usual. Then oc
curred a tableau more striking. The
dog saw a man at a little distance, ran
toward him, leaped on liis shoulders
and almost bore him to the ground by
the violence of his caresses. He had
found his own.
“Why, lie’s the boss trickster of the
Albion Club's kennels," said the man.
“Hi, Oidfellow, jump for the gentle
man!”
Aud obedient to orders the deg per
formed the trick which had made him
a life-saver and proved the man's
ownership. And now he had less use
for the Roberts family than they had
for him. He turned tail on the whole
bunch and went off with Nig trainer
with acute satisfaction, leaving Mark
gazing after him wistfully and say
ing:
“And just to think I called him ‘old
fellow.’ and it was his very own
name.”—Chicago Record-Herald. *
Only Indian Xewipaptr Suspended.
The Cherokee Advocate, the only
paper ever printed in an Indian tongue,
is about to suspend publication, owing
to changes in the government of the
five tribes. The Cherokee is the only
tribe having a written language. It
was invented by Sequoyah, a Chero
kee, in 1826.
The Royal Colonies were: New
Hampshire, New York, New Jersey,
Virginia, No#th Carolina, South Caro
lina and Georgia.
A Miracle of Irrigation.
By Hay Stannard Baker.
SF ever men worked miracles, they have worked llicm here
Jn the Western valleys. If ever something was created
from nothing, these men have done it. Thirty-five years
ago the Salt Rivr Valley, into which we had driven, was
all a parched desert, uninhabited save by a few lean In
dians and two or three hardy traders, whom the sand and
the cactus crowded down close to the water of the river.
It was a thousand tulles front the nearest railroad—an un
known, desolate, forbidding land, a part of the Great
American Desert, which travelers said would never support human life.
To-day the Salt River Valley contains a population of over 25,000. It has
three cities, one, Phoenix, the capital of Arizona, having electric, lights, ail
electric car line, good hotels, churches, and other buildings, residences sur
rounded by trees, lawns, and a wilderness of flowers. More than 125,000
acres of land round about are laid out in farms, highly cultivated, with
orchards of oranges, almonds, olives, and tigs, aud grain and hay fields.
Thousands of cattle feed iti the rich meadows, and there are bees, chickens,
ducks and ostriches unnumbered. Richer soil than this once desert valley
does not exist anywhere in the world except in other once desert valleys.
Herr 1 one may behold the startling spectacle of orange groves in bearing
worth SIOOO an acre on one side of a fence, and hare cactus desert on the
other, both having the same soil, the same opportunities, but only one hav
ing water. Here, when a man builds his fence of cottonwood posts, such
is the soil and such the water that the posts take root and grow into trees,
so that the wire of many old fences is seen running through the centre of
iarge trees. Here a farmer rarely needs to use fertilizer, for the river
comes in hearing rich silt and spreads it over his fields; and he may some
times cut two or three or more crops r. year front his alfalfa fields, and
ihen pasture them during the winter—winter which is in reality a continual
spring.—The Century.
Problems of To-Day.
By Governor Odell, of New York.
OKOBLEMS of the most important character are over before
us, which demand integrity of purpose and wisdom of action
in their solution. Jf'hc successes of arms have given way
to the demands of our commerce; the upbuilding of our
Nation exacts tribute from our citizenship. The duty of the
State calls for (lie encouragement of labor aud the restraint
of greed.
Kf The capital of the individual is inadequate to cope
; with these great problems, and a community of interests
has been evolved before which all obstacles are removed, and there seems
to lie no limitation to our power or to the influence we may exert upon
the destinies of the world. Wealth and its accumulation might prove dan
gerous to the simplicity of our Government were it not that over and above
all there Is a religion that teaches the brotherhood of man. For, after all,
the greatest product of our country is man—man self-reliant, courageous and
determined, whose faith is in himself and in liis God.
The foundation of wealth is labor, no matter what, form it may take.
Its existence without labor would be both impossible and useless. All prop
erty, therefore, being labor, it should be conceded equal.rights with, but never
in excess of that which is given to its creator.
These are some of the problems that the changed conditions incident
to our present commercial development have projected into the affairs of
State. Respect for law cannot all he on one side. Greed should never pre
vail or he permitted to conquer the honest intentions of our employes.
Dowers that are prejudicial to the health, the morals or the well-being of
any of our citizens arc sure to lower the standard of our citizenship. If we
should have other aims than tliis we would have fought in vain for repub
lican principles of Government, and the sacrifices of our forefathers would
have been fruitless. We must depend upon a broad statesmanship upon the
part of our lawmakers and upon the patriotism of a free people for the solu
tion of the problems tlint confront us.
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Simplicity and Regularity
Cardinal Laws of Health
By Mine, Adelina Patti.
%O he healthy is the natural state, and disease is, in nine cases
out of ten, our punishment for some indiscretion or excess.
Every time we are ill it is part of our remaining youth
which we squander. Every recovery, whether from hend
laelie or pneumonia, is accomplished by a strenuous effort of
vitality, and is therefore a waste of our capital of life.
Therefore do not lot yourself be ill.
\ Jg The best plan to avoid illness is to live regularly, simply,
with frugality that stupid persons alone will deem painful
or eccentric..
(Sleep eight hours in every twenty-four.
Ventilate the rooms you work and sloop in. Very few people, even among
those who think they are well up in modern ideas, have any conception of
what: ventilation means. Even when my voice was the only thing I had in
the world. I slept with my windows wide open, summer and winter, and
never caught cold in that way.
Examine seriously Into your list of social obligations. Have the good
sense to recognize that there is neither pleasure nor profit in most of what
you regard as essential in that line, and simplify your social life—simplify
it all you can.
Complicated living breeds worry, and worry is the main enemy of health
and happiness—the one fiendish microbe that does more to destroy the
health and happiness of mankind Ilian any other.
Make your home a pleasant place, cheerful, but well within your means.
Drink nothing but water or mill;—especially drink lots of water. You
never can drink too much of it.
On the other hand, remember that alcohol is poison which does untold
damage within you; that wine, beer, coffee and tea are poisons, too. Shun
them as you would diluted vitriol.
Cultivate Trust in
Your Fellow Men
By Margaret Stowe.
children were discussing the strong and weak points of
k , b elr respective schools. One said that at her school it was
*1 F against the rules to do thus and so. The other child replied
I that at the school she attended there were no rules, the scholars
were put on their honor.
So few parents aud teachers realize the necessity of setting
nn example to children by trusting them.
I have never known a school where rules regulated the priyiliges and re
strictions where those same rules were not constantly being broken. On the
other hand, it is the exception to find a school in which the children are put
on tbelr honor where confidence and harmony do not reign.
It is so throughout our lives. A mau who has any self-respect resents
suspicion. Instinctively we desire to he trusted to do what is right, and no
one is quite himself, quite true to his best impulses, when under suspicion.
There i% a large amount of distrust in circulation among the majority of
men and women. There are so many who are constantly suspecting the
motives of others, with apparently no reason whatsoever.
It Is far more disgraceful to distrust your friends than to be deceived by
them. Our mistrust only justifies the nflstrust of others.
We cannot be too careful in regard to our thoughts of others.
Our attitude and bearing tovutrd those around us is soon observed by the
younger minds, whose training nes in our hands, and is copied. We stand
as examples to them for good or evil.
We should strive to show children by our example that life is more beau
tiful and more worth living when we act honestly, justly, mercifully and
lovingly toward all.
We should teach them that right feeling develops right thinking; the right
thinking brings out the right word aud deed.
The confidence we have in the virtue of others is no slight evidence of our
own.
Try to cultivate trust in your fellow men and the bare show of faith will
tome time create worth. —New York American. • __
THE BRUNSWICK DAILY NEWS.
and © ©
© © /^dventure.
Some Narrow Kacapea.
THERE are few well-known
people In the world whose
lives have not contained at
least one incident that they
! Will remember to the last day of their
lives.
J The experience may have lasted a
day, an hoflr or hut a moment, yet it
I impressed itself indelibly upon their
; minds.
Rider Haggard, says the Philadel
| phia Dress, is now lending as peaceful
; am) uuromantie a life as the mildest
minded man could wish to. Yet ho can
tell two stories of thrilling adventures
: that are as curdling as some of the
[ tales he publishes.
The one incident of liis life with
which he connects his narrowest os
| cape from death happened in South
j Africa, over a quarter of a century
! ago.
Haggard was master of the Trnns
| vnal High Court, and in this capacity
I he was sent on a mission to a distant
J mountainous district which was tlilcli
| ly infested with mutinous and blood
j thirsty natives.
j Before he started on his journey he
■ was informed that he would he wny
; laid and killed.
There were two roads by which he
might travel to liis destination, and
by good luck lie chanced to choose the
| way of safety.
On the other road a hand of natives
j was lying in wait for him, resolved to
lorture and kill liis entire party.
The suspense of that night journey,
when at any turning he might meet
j deatii face to face, can scarcely be pie
■ tilled, but Mr. Haggard recalls every
moment of it with a reminiscent sliud-
I der.
Mary Anderson, now Mine. Navarro,
can recall a terrible episode of her
early childhood in Kentucky, which,
by almost a miracle, just escaped being
a tragedy.
One night, during her father’s ab
| senee from home, two burglars, who
I bad already committed several'mur
ders, broke into the house and, seizing
I tile child, threatened to kill her unless
j her mother would deliver up all her
| money and valuables,
j A moment's hesitation would have
precipitated the tragedy; but the
mother saved the situation and her
i child by promptly handing everything
| of value over to (lie burglars.
Bennett Burleigh, an intrepid war
correspondent, whose work for English
| papers (luring the Civil War gave him
a great reputation, numbers among his
experiences that of oue night which lie
says is as fresh in ids mind as if it had
| been but yesterday.
He was taken a prisoner by the Fed
! oral troops and lay under sentence of
death in the prison at Fort Delaware.
He resolved on escape.
After considering many plans he re
I solved on the most desperate.
Underpeath the floor of liis cell was
a sewer which ran directly into the
| Delaware.
For days he worked on this plan,
halting half the time in deadly fear
lest the guards should hear him.
But at length the floor was ready
for raising and the night of (lie al
tempt was at hand.
When darkness had fallen lie raised
| the floor, dropped beneath it into the
sewer and was carried, more dead than
alive, into the river.
He swam for hours in the cold and
darkness of night, and finally landed
safely near Salem, N. J.
Miss Helen Terry had an equally ex
citing but more painful experience
when, as a child of seven, she was
playing the part of Puck in “A Mitl
summer Night's Dream” at Manches
ter.
At the conclusion of the play she was
| raised through the trapdoor seated on
a mushroom to make the elosing
speech, and on this occasion the door,
closing too soon, imprisoned one of her
feet.
She filled the house with her shrieks,
and it was some time before her in
jured fool was released.
Curiously enough, Miss Nellie Farrcn
had a very similar experience.
"In my very first engagement,” she
relates, “when I was only seven years
of age, au ’orrible accident’ happened
; to me.
“I was playing the part of one of
| the little genii of the ring in ‘Aladdin,’
| was packed in a small box and had to
disappear through a trapdoor.
“Unfortunately the door did not
work properly and 1 was precipitated
I into a deep cellar.
“Everybody thought I must he killed,
and the delight of my horrified mother,
who witnessed the accident, may he
, imagined when, from the deeps below
the stage, she heard my small voice
1 cry, ‘lt’s all right, marnmie; I’s not
; much hurt.’ ”
A Hero of tile St. Pierre IHeaeter.
The ltoddain, in charge of Captain
E. \V. Freeman, tvas anchored about
three ship’s lengths from shore at the
time when St. Pierre was annihilated
and all the other vessels in the harbor
were destroyed. The Roddarn was
saved, not by accident, but by the
coolness and nerve of her commander,
w.ho once before saved his vessel un
der circumstances when eleven other
steamships foundered.
At the time when the fatal blast
from Mont Pelee swept over St. Pierre
and the bay. Captain Freeman was
standing on the deck of his vessel. Ac
cording to his observations, while there
■were many minor puffs of clouds from
the volcano, there was only one great
eruption, and this came from the side
of tile mountain. There were no de
i tonations or loud reports, and lie saw
■ no sheet of flame accompanying tlie
| hot blast. The force of this, which
! hurled massive stone buildings to the
ground, was so great, however, that lie
believes it was the cause of the steam
ship Grapplor turning turtle. There
was no return blast and no absence of
gir. The difficulty ill breathing was
due to the quantity of tine ash with
which tho atmosphere was charged
and the fetid sulphurous gases.
The Koddarn was not saved by being
lifted on u wave, neither was she saved
by knocking out shackle pins and slip
ping tlie cables. What the captain did
was'to free liis windlass and then run
full speed astern until tlie cable parted.
But now, to add to the horror of the
situation, lie found the steering gear so
clogged with ashes as to be useless.
Iu this predicament there was nothing
to do but to steam ahead, and then
astern, and so on, close to burning
ships, and hearing (e cries of those
on board and those running frantically
along the shore, until the gear was
cleared. At the end of an hour and a
half this was accomplished, and Ibe
Roddaui steamed out to sea. with
twenty-six dying men on her decks.
Captain Freeman is certain that many
of the people of St. Pierre did not die
suddenly, but with terrible and pro
longed suffering. Twenty-six of his
own men died, most of them slowly.
About nine hours after the eruption
the Roddam steamed inio the harbor
of St. I.ueia with 120 tons of mud and
ashes on her decks. Although the asli
probably contained a considerable per
centage of magnetite, no disturbance
of the compass was noted. Before (he
eruption no disturbance of the barom
eter was observed. That Captain Free
man. while on a burning ship, where
he was more than half suffocated with
hot ashes, when tlie boots were burned
from his feet, his face seared and his
hands so scorched and welted that lie
worked with his elbows, had the pres
ence of mind to do what ho did aud the
physical and mental power to carry
out his intentions under these trying
conditions, is au instance of grit and
coolness such as is rarely chronicled.
Hi ft i lfy Wildcat.
James Cavanaugh. of Albany, and
his nephew, Samuel MeGuigan, of Med
way, Greene County, had an encounter
with a wildcat recently. They kilted
the animal, but, not until Mr. Cavan
augh's hand had been badly bitten and
Mr. Cavanaugh was obliged to return
to Albany to have the wound cauter
ized. The physician says he will not
lose the hand, but it will be useless for
some time.
One night Mr. Cavanaugh heard the
screech of a wildcat in the woods. He
told his nephew of what lie had heard,
and they went into the woods the next
day to secure the animal. They were
armed with a shotgun. After beating
about in the woods for some time they
heard a screech,, which they traced to
a large tree, and there discovered the
animal. Mi'. Cavanaugh approached*
carefully, and, when he was near
enough, took steady aim and tired.
The wildcat fell to the ground, kick
ing spasmodically for an instant, and
then lay still.
Cavanaugh and his nephew waited
a few minutes and then approached
the animal. To all appearances it was
dead, and Cavanaugh grabbed It by
the hind legs preparatory to carrying
it away. But that cat had more than
one life, for as soon as Cavanaugh
reached out it curled up and began to
light. It got Cavanaugh’s lingers in
its teeth and held them there. McGui
gau came to ids relative’s assistance
and managed to make the animal re
lease its hold. But it did so only to
jump on McGuigan's shoulder and bite
his cheek. Then Cavanaugh shot it
and it fell over dead.
The wildcat was taken to CatskiH
and is oil exhibition there. It is the
largest seen in that' part of the CatskiH
Mountains in some years, being three
feet in length. Cavanaugh’s lingers
had been bitten through to the bone.—
New York Sun.
In h Fog of Hate.
"I have experienced many kinds of
showers in my sea life,” said Captain
norland, of the British steamer liar
danger, "but it remained for me to feel
the effect of a rain of bats on the trip
down the coast from New York to
Baltimore.
“East Tuesday night, when about ten
miles off the Delaware, we were sud
denly being struck iti Ike face and on
our heads, and sometimes on our
bodies, by myriads’of birds, as we sup
posed. YVe were not long finding out
that the sudden attack was from beats
of bats, if I may apply that term. It
was with difficulty that those on deck
could protect themselves from injuries
from their sharp, fin-like wings, as
they flew about in all directions. We
ran out of the flock during the night,
but next morning we captured a num
ber on deck, where they had fallen ex
hausted. I took up one which had un
der its wing an infant bat, which it
had carried far out to sea, and during
the time it was beating about our
decks, against the rigging, boats and
smokestack, this tiny infant bad held
on and fallen with its exhausted parent
to the deck. 1 shall try to raise the
pair, and also several others.
“I doubt if there is anybody who can
boast of such a queer capture and has
the idea of making pets of them. I
shall look up natural history and seek
some plan to preserve their lives, and
see what v-!il be the result.”
The battle -'tb the bats, Captain
llarland says, iIkA V renewed to a less
exteut du.' nesday night in the
Chesapeake Bay. He cannot recollect
of having seen bats at sea before.—Bal
timore Sun. _....
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