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ohnnbia HAI LEM GEORGIA pi I’.I.hHEl) KVEBY THURSDAY. Ballard «*> Ailtlnaion. PROI'MIKTOUS Dr. E. C. Spitzka, the New York in unity expert, doe* not believe in hydro phobia in men end eaye soft soap will produce it in doge ae readily a* will rabid rime Os the efx full g' IK-rnln ap|K>lnt'‘d by th- Coi.federate Oaigre** only two aur vive. The <■ are Jow ph E. J<dm*on,now United Staten Commission r of Railway , and 0. T B<-.iuregnrd, Adjutant-Gen eral of IxHiitiaun. l>l the twenty lieuton ant-generala apjeiinted to the provi aional army neveral are living. The cannibal* in the world may be num bered by million*. Probably a third of the native* of New Guinea are cannibal*; no are about two-third* of the occupant* of the New llebride*, and the name pro. portion of the Solomon blander*. All the native* of the Santa Ciß'. group, Admiralties, Hermit*, Labiaiade, Engin eer, D'Enlrccaateaux group* are canni bal*, and oven some well authenticated caac* have occurred among the “black fellow*" of Northern Australia. The Agricultual Department at Wash ington ha* rent out large quantitiea of the egg* "f th* ailS worm by mail to all part, of the country. It ha* now been eatiafactorily demonitrated that the leaf of the Orngo orange make* a* good nilk a* that of the mulberry, and that the worm* will feoil upon it ami thrive. The Department i* in receipt of letter* from girl* in various part* of the country, «ny ing that they have made from (20 t» (100 by raiaing ailk in thia way. The loat ring «tory come* to hand n* usual. Thi* time the scene I* laid in Ken tucky, when- five year* ago, William Howe, of Moorefield, loat hi* sister’* ring while fishing in a pond. Not long ngo hr went shooting bull frog* in the same pond, an<l while cutting off thehiud leg* of a big one that he had shot, what should he see protruding from the bullet Wound in the side of the victim but hi* sister'* long lost ring, with the identify ing Inscription still quite legible. The landed projierty of England cov er* some 72,000,000 acre*. It i* worth (10, - 000,000,000, and yield* an annual rent, independent of mine*, of (3110,000,000. One fourth of thi* territory, exclusive of that held by the owner* of |e*« than as acre, i* in the hand* of 1200 proprietor*, and a second-fourth i* owned by 0200 others; so that half of the country is owned by 7400 individuals. The popu lation i* 35,000,000. The peers, not 000 in uumlwr, own more than one fifth of the kingdom; they posse** over 14,000,- 000 acre*, worth over (2,000,000,000, with an annual rental of (00,000,000. ■J ———— " “The foreign population have worse teeth than the native Americans,” said a New York dentist who was doing a land office businere, to a l/.nl and Exprese re porter. "Why is ill Simply because the foreigners do not take ai y care of their teeth, never have them tilled, and conse quently lose them by decay. American*, on the other hand, watch the teeth of their children, have them cared for early, a save a false set when they arrive at maturity. The German* have bad teeth, many of them wearing false set*. Parent*, as a rule, are to blame for their children's bail teeth. They neglect to have any work done until it is too late. The prevalence of false teeth is increas ing to an alarming extent, ami simply from negligence." Recent experiments seem to justify the belief that *|*>nge-rai*ing in the waters of Ixmg Island Sound is likely to become an important industry in the near future. There are at present several varieties of native sponge* in the Sound waters, and the frequent finding of them by men who dig for round clams, has induced scien tific men to plant young sponges fr >m Florida waters off Stratford Point, Conn., where there i* a long reef of submerged rocks of a nature suitable for sponge growing. These transplanted animals have lived and flourished rapidly, grow ing to the sire used in comm rce. Their quality i* aomwhat coarse, but the lower grade* are quite as profitable tothe dealer as the imported article, as the former are used in much larger quantities. A growing Long Island industry, es pecially in Queens and Suffolk counties, is the raising of cucumbers for picking. In some section* the farmers have given over their entire farms to their cultiva tion, and they find a ready sale at the large pickle factories which have been established at Greenlawn, Jerusalem, Farmingdale, and other point*. C* ui- Kow er and flat cabbage are also pur eh*wil in large quantities lor pickling at the factor.ca. Gs the cauliflower taken much i* unfit for any tiling but pickling, and the flat cabbage are made into Sauerkraut. The factories on an average make from 10,000,00 ft to 15,000,000 pickles each year. Manufacturers ao, that people eat ten lime* aa many pickles now a* they did ten year* ago and the consumption is steadily increasing. Thi* year the fanners have plants' I a larger acreage of cucumbers thau ever before. Reaction. O, bird of mi ir.with drroping wing. Whence all thaw note* of sorrow! Thy song yest rday was glad. And twill be gay to-morrow. Know’st thou not that woe and bli» Hold each alike attraction* That souls a* well a* matter bow To one law of reactiont Ona need- must grieve, nor knows the while, That every note of sa Ines* Ha* hidden in it* being * depth It* counter) art of gladness. O, human soul, is darkness now, All hop- and comfort scorni- g, I'.ut wait, and Io! within thy sight, The golden lair, of morn ng. I’HE BANANA THIEF. r.v tiE.Miv acwrocr. The “Fcuillcton,” which has so long been a feature of the newspaper* of Pari*, ' i* rapidly being engrafted ujion the strong stock of American journalism, and now the daily story is looked for by many reader* a* eagerly a* arc the stock report* by other*. Because of thi* fact, I put I the following mutter in the form of a story, instead of the stereotyped style of a newspaper letter, and in genuine story sash on oja ri with a few word* of talk from the lips of one of the characters. In thi* < a«e, she is “Mary,” the well- < known Choctaw peddler of roots and herbs, whose station is near the down town entrance of the famous Fiench Market, in New Orleans. Hear her: “A'A, bien, gentyinansl it is true. I am no banan thi* morning -not a one. He i* stole, that banan. Two bunch banan stole, and the thief—the thief— he is snake.” Seeing the doubtful look upon our face*, Mary pointed a copper-colored fore finger toward her stock in trade spread out upon the pavement around her. “Eh, lien, gentymans!” she said in in her unmodulated voice. “It is true. Sec, I am nobanan this morning." Sure enough, the noble bunch of ba nana*, which had been her pride and principal source of revenue, as well a* | the envy of every other Choctaw vender in the market, for Io these many days, wns conspicuous by it* absence, and Mary's stock—like that of her compat riot*—was made up solely of some piti ful bark canoes, beaded moccasin*, bunches of dried herbs and roots, and about two quart* of swamp blackberries. “Anti the thief?" asked iny coitipan iftn, Gustave- a member of the New Or leans police force after taking three lazy pulls at his cigarette and ejecting the smoke in slender streams from his nostrils. “I* he here! Was he one of your neighbors?” “He is not here; no. Ho is not man —he. He is make.” Like all other Indians, the Choctaw berry venders, who gather in a little group each morning at one end of the French market in New Orleans, are not voluble. “How much?” you will ask, jaiinting at a square piece of cleat) bark upon which n handful of berries is piled, and the Indian will hold up two fingers indicating cents —or three, or four, a* the ease may be. Horn times ho will put the price into words; but his con versation is, in general, reserved for his own |M-ople in the privacy of his native swamp*. The enterprise which had in duced Mary to add a bunch of bananas to her home-gathered root* and herbs had le I to her acquiring a more extend ed vocabulary than that of any of her relatives, and the excitement consequent upon her great loss made her use it more freely, thi* morning, than ever be fore in the presence of white men. “Y< u arc not believe that thief is snake ?" She pushed her coarse black hair be hind her car* and scowled at us from beneath her wiry eyebrow*. Then she belted the loose calico wrapper which she wore with her outs retched fingers, and jerked her head towar 1 the circum ference of her waist thus indicated. "That snake is big through like I am. Hi* head is little like my two fists, and he is long— eh, bien\ hois long like a ship. Y'o i know that Tehoupitoula* road? Yes. I am live there. Two mile from there, where the river bend* in and conies near my wigwam. I am hang my banan in that live-oak tree, where the wind can keep hint fresh, and when I am come up from the river, before yester night, with water for boil in the pot, that snake is come down out of the live-oak. He is black, and he is crawl, and crawl, and c-r-a-w-1!" She imitated the serpent’s slow, glid ing motion with her skinny arm and hand. “And then, when I am stiff with 'fraid, he jump*”— Her hand “jumped” and clutched a bunch of wild ginger. "And snap goes my lianan-stem. and he is gone. Kh, bien. gentryinans! He is gone off in the swamp with my banan. That is one. I buy me sw more lianan. That snake is gone in the iwninp. I hang my banan in the live oak, and that other night—the last night—he is here again, and thi* morn ing I am no banan." She waived her hand with a tragic mature aliovc the meagerly spread pave ment, a* though saying, “Here is proof of my word* —there is no bane-ina here.” “I believe her,” remarked Gustave, oracularly. He threw hi* head back upon hi* shoulder* and sent thirteen per fect ring* of smoke, one after another, from between his lips. “We will go out there this evening and scot.'h that snake; what do you say?” “But a snake can have no possible use for banana*. Serpent* are frugivorous.” “I don’t care what they are. Mary ha* no reason for lying to us, and I be lieve her story. ‘The Crescent and the Orient Circus and Menagerie’ is lying down there in the bend on a steamer fitting up for a run across the Gulf to Central America. The chances are that the serpent ha* escaped from it, and if thi* is the case, and we kill it, it will make an item for you; eh, my boy?” Thu* it was that at five o’clock that a'ternoon Gustave and myself, with a bunch of fresh bananas, were perched among the branches of the live-oak tree which sheltered the rough bark hut in which Mary lived. The bnnana* were hanging from the lowest limb of the tree, about six feet above the swamp grass, and I was lying immediately over them in a nest of Spanish moss which ef fectually cushioned the branch on which I rested, and at the same time shielded me from observation from below. Gus tave occupied a similar position on the opposite side of the massive trunk, and with a repeating rifle beside us and keen edged knives with curving blades—such knives a* the Held-hands use for cutting sugar cane—we awaited the approach of twilight and the serpent. The upper part of the trees had been thoroughly explored in the bright sun light of the afternoon, and we were con fident that nothing larger than a tree toad lurked m its greenness. The hut was built on a hammock of solid ground rising out of the cypress swnmp, nlxive the surface of which all around us were thrust the sharp-pointed leaves of the palmetto and various scar let flowers, as well a* the ragged trunks of the cypress. Imagination peopled the slimy ooze with all manner of of foul things, shaped after the general image of the water moccasins which moved about in plain sight until twilight hid them. I was wiping the mist _from my eye glasses with a soft linen handkerchief when something touched me on the shoulder and made me start so violently that the glasses slipped from my hands and fell into a clump of wild roses grow ing about the roots of the tree. “Never mind them,” hissed Gustave In an intense whisjier, “look toward the river.” rtut without the glasses I was almost blind and could not see more than ten feet before me. 1 heard the crashing of twigs, however, as though some large body was moving toward us, along the road over which we had come, and then Gustavo swung himself into my nest. “It is coming," he whispered, “and from the commotion along the cotton woods it must be as big around as a horse. You fire nt the head. I will aim at the spine, aud if the rifles do not stop it give it the knife at close quar ters.” We heard the cracking continue, and presently —half blind as I was—l saw the top* of the young cotton-woods grow ing in a thicket about the base of the hammock tremble violently, as though a party of horsemen were passing through it. Instead of coming directly toward us, the agitation passed through the thicket to the opposite side of the live oak, where wo had no outlook. While I was shifting my position and peering through the semi-darkness in the direction which the agitation had taken, a slimy, black shape slid about the trunk of the tree, passed across the 1 limited field of my vision and grasped ' the bananas. At the widest point visi ble it was as large around as a man’s body, and in the indistinct view which I caught it seemed to taper rapidly to a head no larger than an orange. I whipped the rifle to my shoulder and pulp'd the trigger, just as Gustave knocked up the barrel of my gun with his owu. There was a pause of a sec ond’s duration, and then the shape came sliding up to our nest, and before Gustavus could use his knife it had i grasped him about the middle and lifted ' him from the perch. I heard it for some i seconds after crunching the dry twigs that floored the roadway, as it moved with its prey toward the river. 1 was afraid to risk a shot in the di rection of tho nois' for fear of wounding Gustave, and at once swung myself to tho ground, whence I took up my glasses anil set off at a sharp run down tho road. It was almost dark now, but after passing out of the thicket about the hut I hoard the voices of men. aud my name was shouted with all the strength of Gustave’s strong lungs. "I told you Mary was right,” said Gustave, coolly, when I stopped beside him in the road a few seconds later. My fright and the sharp run made me pant like a tired dog; but he was cool and se rene. The end of his freshly-lighted I cigarette burned red in the darkness. “She told us the truth as she under stood it She thought it was a serpent that carried off her bananas, and so do you. “You remember when I knocked up your rifle barrel just as you were about to shoot? Well, I law that the thinj ■ wa* no snake, but the trunk of an <do phant. I Knew it could be nothing but a tame elephant belonging to the cir cus, and it would not do for us to kill it. But I muat confess I did not expect him to seize me. He scared me *o for a min ute I could not even cry out; but he did not hurt me in the least, and down here in the road we met the circus men com ing in pursuit of him, and he put mo down.” “And the bananas?” “Oh, the circus company will make it a l right with Mary, or I will jug tho whole lot.” I am inclined to believe that the circus company made it nil right with Gustave, also, in consideration of hi* service* in saving theirelephant from my rifle bullet, as he was playing an unusually high hand when I met him off duty the next night in a Royal street gambling hall.— Cincinnati Enquirer. Winged Scavengers of the South, It is against the law in almost every Southern State to shoot a turkey buzzard, says a Georgia letter to the New York Sun. There are two excellent reasons for this prohibition: the buzzards are the scavengers of the South, and there is no telling what sort of a pestilence a dead turkey buzzard would bring on if anybody should kill one. The turkey buzzard is a knowing bird. He knows he is not good to be eaten—though his knowing this does not imply that he has superior knowledge —and he is not shy of mankind. He hovers over the market places in the Southern cities, waiting for business to close; and when the crowd of purchasers has departed the buzzard descends and feasts upon the odds and ends that have fallen from the but< hers’ and fishmong ers’ knives. The scarcity of hash, mince pie and fish chowder in the Southern States is something for which the buz zard should have credit. In Charleston there is a big public market down by the water, and the buzzards always clean up after business hours. The wisdom of the turkey buzzard is shown also by one of his expedients for getting rid of work. He goes to the mouths of rivers, where the connecting forces of current and tide deposit on the banks a considerable pro portion of the carrion and other unwhole some things that are borne toward the sea on the river’s flood, and there he ac commodates his not very fastidious ap petite to the movement of the tides. All animals that perish inland are found by the buzzards. It is even said that flocks of these birds will hover for days and nights over a horse or cow that is on its last legs. The turkey buzzard, despite his for midable look, is a harmless bird. Not ; only does he never strike a creature till it is down, but he hardly ever strikes it till it is dead. Buzzard's eggs are not edible. Indeed.it is as much as a parent bird can endure to sit over them while hatching them, with only two eggs in the nest at that. Even under those conditions the male bird has to take his turn on the nest part of the time in order to let the maternal buzzard go off and get some fresh air. Emperor Kwang on His Travel*. When the emperor Kwang Su left Peking lately to visit the eastern tombs there were at least 20,000 persons in the procession. The emperor was borne in a chair with sixteen bearers, who are trained to their work, and all tall men of the same height, and are forbidden to smoke, cough or spit, nor must they utter even a whisper. The emperor sat in a glass chair. There is a single large sheet of plate gloss on each side, through which he could be seen distinctly. When the procession left the palace gates it entered upon a carefully levelled road, covered with yellow earth on which not a stone or a stick could be ssen. A troup of about fifty horsemen, distrib uted before and behind the emperor, rode on in good order, there being no sound heard but the tramp of the horses' feet. No one was allowed to be in the streets except persons having duties connected with the imperial progress, but all along the way small holes were perforated through the shop shutters, and a thousand eyes were watching to catch a sight of the Son of Heaven and of the empress in their yel low chairs. To those outside the city more liberty is allowed. The people are permitted to look on, but they must kneel at a distance of not less than twenty or thirty yards from the emperor. —Eorth China Herald. Dislikes of Bees. A correspondent of the Bee Journal writes that a brood of chickens were in the habit of frequenting the shed in which he kept his bees. The bees stung [ all the dark colored ones to death, yet . did not molest the light-colored chicks. I Why the preference? The editor writes that he has frequenely spoken of the ad vantage of wearing light clothes among the bees. We wear black bee veils be cause we cannot see clearly through any other color. Woolly, fuzzy, and dark materials are objected to by bees. A man with a plug hat on rarely gets stung, unless by a bee that is trying to “shoot the bat” aims too low and hits the face by mis ake, while a companion at a suitable distance is perfectly safe.— I Leicitton (Me.) Journal. A BARKING CHORUS. A Strange Religious Rite Practised in Suakin. The Chanting Dervish and Forty Fol* lowers who Birk in Unison. Describing a strange Mohammedan rite, Phil Robinson says in the Contem porary Betieu: Butin Suakin I heard the Moslems at this pious exercise, and the horror of it was unforgetable. On several occasions, when the sound reached me from afar, I thought it came from one of the condensing steamers, and so prob ably to the last did the great majority of strangers. But one midnight I was mak ing my way back from a friend’s quarters to my own, when I heard the spectral sound coming from a direction opposite to th* ships. I stood and listened, and then determined to follow it up. So in and out, up and down the narrow, dark alleys of the native town, I wandered in chase of this ventriloquial uproar. Pass ing along between two high mud walls. I stumbled over a man who was crouch ing on the ground, and at the same mo ment a door opened, and the whole vol ume of a prodigous bark issued there from. Out of the door came an African reeling as if drunk, and fell in a heap by the side of the man I had stumbled over. And then I saw there were several others sitting huddled up along the bottom of the wall, groaning from time to time, and and gasping in a most frightful manner. As the door remained ajar, I peeped in, and the spectacle presented was so extra ordinary that I ventured to push it wider, and step inside into the large courtyard upon which it opened. No one noticed me, for every one was engrossed, as if be witched, in the religious function that was proceeding. In the center stood a dervish with a book from which he was chanting. On either side, with torches in their hands that flickered and splut tered a* surely torches never did before, stood two acolyte-like youths, who yelled a sort of accompaniment to the dervish’s chant. Arranged in a great semi-circle before these officiating |>ersonages was a ring of forty men, Africans and Arabs, some bare headed and nearly naked, others in the complete costume of the well to do. They were holding each other’s ha-nds, and whenever the dervish came to a pause, the whole company suddenly raised their joined hands, and as sudden ly brought them down again. As they descended every man bowed his head as jow as he could, and gave a deep, vent ral “hough." The time they kept was so exact that the forty barked like one. On a sudden the dervish stopped, the acolytes yelled afresh and then the com pany of devotees, pumping with their arms and doubling up their bodies, pro ceeded to a fearful competition of lungs. Still keeping in perfect unison, the bark ing grew faster and faster and faster still, until one by one tho huge, brawny, great boned Africans reeled and staggered out of the ring, leaned against the walls or fell exhausted, gasping and groaning, like heaps of rags, upon the ground. The contagious delirium of this amazing orgie was something dreadful to behold. A few still held out, but faint and muf fled in voice, and the torches flashed and spluttered, showing the fainting men ly ing all round the court, tossing their arms about, and raving, until it seemed as if the devils had been let loose on the earth. Mj’ own sensations were extraor dinary, for I, who had only been looking on, felt actually faint and out of breath, and I was glad to get out of the court. As I went the voices grew weaker and weaker, and so died out altogether; the man who gave the last grunt of all being the winner for the night of the prize for piety. Next morning I was told that my adventure had really been one of con siderable risk, as many of the men in thene barking exercises arc mad drunk wit# harshness, and the whole company fanatically Mohammedan. But lam gla I I was not wise in time, or I shoud never have seen one of the most wonder ful sights of my life. ‘llio Prefit in Apples. Brown (to his wife) —Did you notice that old woman on the corner with a basket of apples? Mrs. Brown—Yes. Brown—She has stood on that corner every day for ten years with her basket of apples. How much do you suppose she is worth? Mrs. Brown—H-m! A thousand dol lars. . Brown—No. Mrs. Brown—A hundred thousand? Brown—No. Mr. Brown—A million? She can’t be worth more than a million. John? Brown Not a cent, and she owes for th* basket. She Had Luck. “Oh, but I stiuck a streak of luck at church this morning,” said Mrs. Fanglc when she returned home yesterday. “What was it, my dear?” asked Fangle. “Tlie alto was away, and the leader asked me to take her place." “I don’t sec much luck in that.” “Don’t you? Not when I had mv lovely new bonnet on, ami the choir faces the congregation? nttsburg Ch ran i.-le. The Paraehnle. The parachute is a huge umbrella Re senting a surface of sufficient dimensions to resist the pressure of the air enough so that a descending weight shall not move downward with greater velocity than safety requires. In the east it i sometimes used by jumpers to enable them to jump from lofty heights. Father Loubere in an account of Siam, writes that a man famous in that country f ol his feats was accustomed to amuse the royal court by jumping from high places with two umbrellas, with long slender handles fastened to his girdles. The first parachute constructed for an aeronaut, in case of accident, was made by Blanchard. In 1785 he let down a parachute with a basket containing a dog from a great height which reached the ground in safety. The first man to try a descent by this method was Jacques Garnerin, October 22. 1797. He came down all right. A niece, Eliza Garnerin, made several descent*, having a large orifice in the top of the parachute to check the oscillation. Mr. Cocking was the next to try. His parachute was made welge-shaped, and was intended to cleave through the air instead of offering resistance to it. On July 29, 1837, Mr. Cocking went up in the great Nassau balloon, and when his parachute was liberated from the balloon with the inventor in it the apparatus col lapsed and came down at a terrible rate. Mr. Cocking died. Mr. Hampton made several successful descents, once attaining an altitude of nearly two miles. He described his feel ing at first as both unpleasant and alarm ing. His eyes and the top of his head seemed forced upwards, but the sensation *oon passed way. The descent was slow and steady and the earth seemed to be coming up while the parachute was stationary.— Boston Globe. Meat Market Notes. The history of Guernsey furnishes a curious and perhaps instructive instance of the kind of uses that paper money may serve. It was determined to build a meat market, and £4,000 were voted to defray the cost. Notes were issued by the authorities for that amount, and were guaranteed on the “whole of the proper ty of the island, said to be worth four millions.” These notes were worthless outside of Guernsey, and so they were never exported. They were one-pound notes, and were numbered from 1 up to 4,009. With them the contractor was paid, he paid his workmen in the same money, and those that supplied him with materials. Tradesmen took them for goods, landlords for rent, and the au thorities for taxes. “In due season,” to quote from Jonathan Duncan, “the market was complete. The butcher's stall, with some public rooms construct ed over them, were let for an annual rent of £4OO. At the first year of tenancy, the States called in the first batch of notes, numbered 1 to 400, and with the £4OO of real money received for rent, redeemed the £4OO of representative money expressed by the ‘Meat Market Notes.’ At tho end of ten years, all the notes were redeemed through the application of ten year’s rental: and since that period the meat market has returned a ciear annual reve nue to the States, and continues to af ford accommodations without having cost a farthing in taxes to any inhabi tant.” — Cassell's Author of the‘"Sweet Bye and Bye." According to one version 'the poem wits written by Dr. R. Fillmore Bennett, now of Richmond, 111., who, however, was residing in Elkhorn, Wis., in 1868, when this famous song was composed. He was then keeping a drug store at that place, and had published some music in connection witli J. P. Webster, the composer. Partly at Mr. Webster’s request and partly to relieve a fit of de pression Dr. Bennett wrote this poem. Mr. Webster composed the music for it, and it became a general favorite imme diately upon its publication. Dr. Ben nett was born at E len N. Y., in 1836. He came to Illinois in boyhood. He was educated at Ann Arbor, Mich., and re ceived his medical training at Rush Medical College, Chicago. According to the version of Mr. Webster’s friends the first verse of the poem and the music we:e written by J. P. Webster. He sang this verse to the music to Mr. Bennett, who wrote the remaining verses as they now stand. Mr. Webster was given to using expressions like “on the other shore,” “in the bye and bye,” and one of these expressions suggested the song —lnter- Ocean. h Remarkable Memory. You never can mention any subject in Blobb’s presence, but he knows all about it. Bass was saying that the Somerset man-of-war, which was wrecked on Cape Cod, was becoming rapidly buried in the sand. “I want to know,” exclaimed Blobbs; “and it seems only yesterday that she went ashore. I remember the circumstances well. It was a terrible night—a terrible night' Let’s sec. I don’t remembar the date, but it was— ’’ Bass—“lt was November 3, 1778. You’ve got a remarkable memory. Blobbs, but I didn’t think you were so old, indeed I didn’t." In less than three minutes the pause in the conversation wa* broken by Blobbs remarking that be believed he’d have to be going.