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VOL. VII.
A Fracas With the Matabele
■ An Adventure
in South Africa. •
By Dorsey Goodhue.
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£f UMBLED now bele Apaches are, are the of still as Mata¬
7~ Africa—a tribe
nation as restless,
warlike aud
L cions as their
____
. r geners, the
Zulus. Even
America was of old the home of
diverse Bed Indiau tribes,' so
South Africa inhabited by
peoples whom the white settlers
as yet but partially
as the Kafirs, Bushmen, Zulus,
Beehuauas, Basutos, Barotse,
scores of other tribes.
The Matabele had not long
ed Matabelelaud, so called, when
English took possession of it.
fifty years ago, in the time of
lekatse, the father of the
chief, Lobengula, they entered the
high veld country from the southeast,
drove out the pastoral natives, seized
their herds of cattle, and have since
lived there by right of conquest.
the Apaches, they were feared and
hated by all their native neighbors.
If they learned that another tribe
possessed cattle or treasure, they
went on the warpath aud took its
property away by the strong arm; aud
for downright bloodthirstiness and
cruelty in accomplishing their rob¬
beries, the Matabele surpassed the
Apaches.
It was, therefore, little more than
poetic justice when the whites came,
five years ago, and turned the Mata¬
bele out of the country. There was
hard fighting, aud the white con
< the pier or English was not always merciful;
occupation has been a
boon to all the other African people,
from the Limpopo to the Zambesi.
We had set off from Lion Kloof with
four lions in cages, on ox-wagons.
Our route, for tbe first seventy miles,
lay across the open veld, northeast¬
wardly Ur Fort Charter. There
would strike the post-road to
bury and thereafter have a good
but the first seventy miles was
open country.
Each wagon, with its cage contain¬
ing two lions and outfit, weighed
far from forty-two hundred pounds
and was drawn by three yokes of
oxen, with a black driver to tack
yoke. Walter l-ode his saddle torse,
Tippo, and I a large, strong Norman
broken geldiijg, called Zack, not -ery well
and a little rough -gaited un¬
der the saddle, but valuable because
he was what is calleda “salted” horse,
for he had had the horse disease and
was now “immune.”
Maartens rode in the forward
wagon. He had a donble eight-bore
gun, which he kept loaded with buck¬
shot. Walter aud I carried American
magazine carbines in saddle-cases.
Nine hours’ trekking took us to the
Bembesi River, which we forded over
a pebbly bed at five o’clock that after¬
noon. We encamped near a pool of
good water, half a mile from the river
bauk. There were tall reeds about
the pool, aud on the farther side a
thicket of noi scrub. Some two hun¬
dred yards away there was a belt of
mimosa timber; otherwise the veld
was open and rather sandy, with
sparse grass.
It had been a hot day, aud we were
all tired. “Shall we need a sker»u?"
I asked.
“I think not,” replied Walter; and
I was rather glad to hear him say
that, for it is an hour’s work to make
one. But a moment later Walter took
second thought, ‘Yes, put up a
skerm,” he said, “Better be safe
than sorry.”
So while Claas was cooking, five of
the black boys were sent to the
mimosas to out and fetch stakes, which
Walter and I drove with a sledge.
These stakes were set about a foot
apart, and we bad the Kafirs fetch the
brush of the trees and interweave it
with the stakes. An enclosure about
thirty-five feet long by eighteen in
f A was thus formed, having
a
and cage at each end. This
|a ' ‘.’ipcomfortably. for the horses inside, The and
oxen
'' 1 .1 loose to feed for two
int*jen enclosed between the
diciV pool, by putting up a
erii V'ence.
terd»|ing exte7V ts when, herd with of twenty- a sud
>c * . a
si ncei\ a gg veered a camo off galloping sight
on
For camp, and careered
make >t a distance of two
and h.\ Then pawing the ., and A neigh- Uag f
can say *ng, on a strange
that
Wat on MVd out to us to
the next -• t very fond of
. .. .took up his
Get in tine wliol©
procession, \ting \for wildly.
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DENOTED TO THE INTEREST OF JOHNSON COUNTY AND MIDDLE GEORGIA.
WRIGHTS VILLE. GA.. THURSDAY, JULY'20. 1899.
of half a mile I felt pretty sure that I
saw the stallion drop.
“You hit him,” I said. “He’s
down,” aud with that two of the Kafirs
asked permission to have the liver and
heart for their snpper.
“It will make good lion-feed, too,”
I thought; and so throwing the saddle
on my horse, I took a bit of line aud
rode out to haul the carcass in.
I found the quagga and despatched
it. Holding my restive horse, I
slipped a noose over the quagga’s
neck, and tied the other end of the
line to the ring of my saddle. Cast¬
ing a furtive eye about me while thus
engaged-—for there is danger from
lions at this hour, if they smell freshly
killed game—I caught sight of what,
despite the dusk, I felt sure was a
human face, with great white rings
painted round the eyes, watching me
from the cover of several large, dark
colored rocks, fifty or sixty yards
away. Without seeming to notice
anything, I finished tying the knot,
mounted, and rodeback to the skerm.
While the black boys gathered
rounil the quagga, helping themselves,
I told Walter what I thought I had
seen. He looked at me and laughed.
“You were probably mistaken,” he
said. “But if you really saw a black
there with his eyes like that, it means
mischief.”
We ate our supper, but I was keep¬
ing an eye out all the while, and pres¬
ently I climbed on one of the wagons
and lay down on top of the lions’cage
where I could look around. The new
moon set while I was there, but tbe
stare shone brightly. On the high
veld one can see far starlit nights.
After the blacks and Maartens lay
down to sleep, Walter stepped up on a
wheel of the wagon. “Aicyou 5 ci*, 3
to watch?” he asked.
“It’s safer,” I said.
“All right,” he replied. “It will be
as well. Call me at one o’clock. I’ll
relieve youthen.”
He lay down and soon they were all
asleep. A lion at a great distance be¬
gan roaring, and ours stirred uneas¬
ily. They yawned loudly, and once
one of them uttered a few short,
sounds. Several .imes game, prob¬
ably quagga or eland, approached the
pool, but bounded away on getting
our scent. Nightjars cried, and I
beard hyenas snarling at times, but
otherwise nothing disturbed me. I
felt almost ashamed to wake .Walter,
and when I did so he grumbled a lit¬
tle, but after a few yawns took my
place on the cage, aud took with him
old Piet’s double-barrelled gun instead
of his carbine.
I did not fall asleep for more than
an hoar; and meantime Walter was
alternately drowsing and waking. It
was from one of his cat-naps, at about
three o’clock, that he suddenly awoke
to see as many as twenty white-eyed
Matabele^ dred feet away! in a long They row not sneaking two hun¬
were
up, assagais in hand, to take us
asleep, and had come very near to do¬
ing so.
Walter sprang to his feet and cock¬
ing both barrels of Piet’s gun, fired
at them. It seemed to me that I had
barely closed my eyes when the re¬
ports came. I jumped np, complete¬
ly dazed, aud while fumbling for my
carbine heard something go “slit,
slit,” into the ground not a yard from
my feet! They were assagais; I
tramped against them, stooping for
my carbine.
Walter was now off the wagon on
the ground, and fired his carbine
twice more before I fairly got mine in
hand. By this time old Maartens was
shouting and the Kafir boys tumbling
over each other. ’Bang! bang! went
Walter’s carbine again, and the rank
powder smoke drifted back in our
faces. I could see nothing on either
side; but Walter fired again.
“Where are they?” I exclaimed.
“In that scrub across the pan,” he
said. “There comes an assagai!”
With an odd “whisp,” the weapon
flew clean over us and stuck in the
ground beyond the skerm. Another,
better aimed, ' struck an ox, and a
third flew between the bars of one of
the cages and hit a lion. The beast
yelled hideously.
Walter was shooting wherever he
saw an assagai rise, and bade me do
so. No more were thrown, however,
and after a moment or two three
shrill whistles were heard. From the
stir in the reeds and sernb we per¬
ceived that our assailants were moving
back. We fired as many as
shots, on the chance of hitting
of them; but we could not see them
distinctly. The Matabele retired,
but half an hour afterward we caught
sight of some of them near the river.
I fired, and they disappeared again.
It was already beginning to grow
light, and that was the last we saw of
them there. ,
Naturally we had. been a good deal
alarmed. The Kafir boys were dread¬
fully frightened. The lion that had
been bit by an assagai was snarling
and leaping about bis cage. The
wounded os, tco, bad added to the
confusion.
We picked, up fifteen assagais,
wicked-looking weapons, with staves
of hard, black wood, and long, sharp
iron blades, wound on with animal
sinew. The ox had one sticking in
his neck, and Walter ordered the
creature killed. The lion had freed
himself from the assagai, but the
smell of his blood had exoited his
cage-mate to attack him, and we had
hard work to stop the fight and
separate the brutes by a partition of
assagais tied across tbe cage.
Meantime it seemed likely that the
Matabele bad started for Lion Kloof,
and we were much perplexed whether
to go on or to return home.
“Only father and Grant there,”
Walter said to me. “These black
ghouls xvill steal up and plunder the
“But if we start to trek , back , they ,
would get there ahead of us,” I said.
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“That , <rr ,, i means me ,, ” said I nr, “For
this is your trek and you must stay by
“Then be off instantly!” exclaimed
Walter. “It looks as if the Matabele
had taken our trail for the farm. They
went that way. Better make a circuit
off to the east of our route. You don’t
want to run into them. There ought
not to be much danger, for they are
afoot aud you have a good horse. But
ride for all you are worth.”
Without waiting for breakfast, I
threw the saddle on Zack, set off at a
gallop, and forded the Bembesi half a
mile or more above where we had last
seen the Matabele. There were sand¬
hills, rocky kopjes and thorn Bcrub
for five or six miles. After a time I
veered a little, intending to pick up
our yesterday’s trail after twelve or
thirteen miles. I was about lost
several times, but finally saw tho wel¬
come wheel-ruts' of our wagons which
would guide me back to the farm.
There were tracks of bare feet here,
but so far as I could see they were
the tracks of our black drivers. I
therefore rode on, with good hopes
that i uacl passed the Matabele, and
should waru our household in good
season.
Ahead of me were two or three miles
of reedy swamps with scattering tim¬
ber, through which we had made our
way with difficulty the previous day.
It was while following the trail through
the muck and high reeds here, that I
suddenly discovered footprints going
the same way with me. I must he
following the Matabele! But on I
went, keeping a good lookout ahead.
Despite my caution, I came upon a
group of the savages squatting in the
cover of a rank bush clump, a little
off the trail, roasting something at a
fire, each with his assagais stuck in
the ground beside him. They caught
sight of me at once, and instantly their
strange, quavering war cry rang in my
ears, as they leaped to their feet and
snatched their weapons.
There was no time to debate as to
my course, whether to turn back or
ride past. I clapped spurs to Zack,
bent far forward, and rode for it.
Whisp went an assagai past my face!
Two or three others flew but little
wilder. One struck Zack and hung,
switching. He was a restive, strong,
young horse, aud the leap he gave
when he felt the stab of that spear
came near unseating me.
I grabbed at his mane, bung on,
bent over, aud let him run, while the
shaft of that assagai swung violently,
striking me at almost every leap! Zack
bounded out of the cart-trail among
rushes up to his back aud got into
muck. But he stopped not for muck.
Such leaps I never before felt or saw
a horse take.
The Matabele were on the run after
us. Their yells were iu my ears, but
I did not look round; I had all I could
do to stay on Zack’s back. I did not
even know of the assagai in my horse,
and every time the shaft of it struck
me I thought it was a Matabele be¬
laboring me.
Zack cleared the reeds after a mo¬
ment or two and struck firmer ground,
running like the wind. I looked back
then, aud saw that the white-eyed fel¬
lows were distanced, although they
were still coming • on, yelling. I
wanted to fire on them with my car¬
bine, but my bridle was over Zack’s
head, so I had to cling to his mane.
He was running for the farm.
Snatching at the assagai shaft as it
struck me, I caught it soon and pulled
it out; but Zack never checked his
run for four miles. I was covered
with his blood. We were gory ob¬
jects when we galloped up to! the
house. Grant ran nut, and when he
saw me turned pale as death.
“Where’s Walter?” he cried out.
“Walter’s all right," said I. “But
load your guns. Call ia the black
boys. The Matabele are coming!”
Then there was hurrying to and
fro. It was with difficulty that I
made father and Grant believe that I
was not mortally wounded.
We prepared for hard fighting, but
the Matabele did not appear. The
band, as we learned afterward, turned
and ascended the Bembesi, where
they murdered five miners and sacked
the place of a young Englishman.
We heard nothing from Walter
thirty-two days, when Maartens re¬
turned with both wagons, eight oxen
and four of the Kafirs, They had
trekked the lious as far as Fort Char¬
ter. The wounded lion bad died.
At Fort Charter Walter became in
tevested in raising a volunteer corn
paay to put down the Matabele. The
men elected him lieuteuont, and in or
der to go out with the military expe
dition, he sold the lions to a trader for
eighty pounds, and used the money
for equipping the company,
The volunteers were out ninety days
and effectually dispersed the Mata
bele. Walter returned safe and
sound. As a reward for their services
each volunteer was allowed to select
three thousand morgens—about six
thousand acres—of unoccupied land
wherever he pleased on the high veld.
—Youth’s Companion.
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TOSSED THEM IN A BLANKET.
How Carolinians Showed Affection For
xiieir onicers.
v,, . . . ,
for tossers and onlookers, ^ but the
yictita fiiuls himself wond g if he
wm eVflr come down aRain Many
who have gone out to the camps on
business have been given a taste of
the tossing, one or two railroad men
having come in for their share of it.
The absurdity of resistance impresses
every prospective victim, and the
medicine is usually taken peaceably.
Ths First North Carolina Regiment
tossed every officer in the command
with the exception of two, who are
suffering from physical disabilities.
Colonel Armfield had bis splendid
proportions thrown into the air, and
the Second Lieutenants shared the
same fate.
All the officers took the violation of
military discipline very nicely, it is
said. The tossing started among the
men, but they decided to bring the
officers into it. Major Rutzler was
the first viotim. He was seized and
given a taste of the tossing, and then
Colonel Armfield was looked up. He
was informed of the desire of the
regiment to toss him, and submitted
gracefully. Even the chaplain was
not spared. One of the Majors took
to his heels, hut the crowd outsprinteu
him, and he, too, went into the air.
Whilo his brother officers were being
tossed Captain Alexander, Regimental
Adjutant, sat on the ridgepole of a
tent and took snap shots with his
camera. He will enjoy showing the
undignified- attitude in which he
caught them.
A non-commissioned officer of the
regiment explained that the tossing
grew out of anything rather than a
dislike of the men for the officers. He
said there is the greatest friendship
for the officers, and the men are ready
at any time to do all they can for
them. The tossing had not occurred
to the non-com. as a violation of what
is due an officer under the military
regulations, but nurely as rather a
demonstrative way of showing their
affection.
Tl»o Influence of ltelle.
If it had not been for the effect of
the Holland bells Millet never would
have painted “The Augelus.” YVhea
one looks at the two peasant^ he can
hear the bells ringing. M. Ghauckard
was so fond of the sound that he paid
$150,000 for the picture. The army
of a French King was frightened from
the siege of Sens by the bells of St.
Stephen’s Church. Neil Gwynne left
the ringers of the bells of St. Martin’s
in-tlie-Fields money for a weekly
entertainment, and many persons
bave followed her example. Liberty
Bell rang out our Declaration of In¬
dependence. The bell tolls for death
and chimes merrily for marriage. It
calls to prayer and preaching. It
speaks to the engineer in his cab, to
the gripman on the front platform, to
the driver, to the horses. It tells the
men in the ship’s hold what to do with
their engines. It summons us to the
front door, to the speaking tube, to
the telephone. It tells us the. time of
day and night. It signals danger on
a bicycle. It announces the location
of fires, and signals for right of way
for steamers, fire patrols, ambulances,
iiook-and-ladders, etc. In many homes
it summons us to dinner aud break¬
fast.—New York Press.
A Horse Fond of Poultry.
Ond of the mounted policemen in
the Williamsbridge district rides a
horse which ho says has developed a
distinct fondness for poultry. The
beat skirts mauy a hen
from which his steed gets pick¬
equal in their way to the perquis¬
of a ward man in a downtown pre¬
The animal likes fowls because
their edible properties. He kills
with a deft snap at their necks
devours them entire, including the
which he probably classifies
as a rather tough variety of foliage.
These particulars are vouched for by
the offidar himself, who add his sur¬
mise that the animal ear!} developed
a fond less for eggs, which unsuspect¬
ing hens deposited daily in his man
ger. The habit grew on him udtil
final(jr he preferred the finished prod¬
uct. ^-New York Mail and Express.
$ome idea of the educational influ¬
ence of the British 'museum can be
from the fi*;t that 0» 6 r 1,.
visitJ l it last yev ’
persoms r>
GOOD ROADS NOTES.
The Secret of a Good Hoad.
A road is maintained
The cheapest and best,
When its base is well-drained
And its top is well-dressed.
L, A. W. Bulletin.
I
Making tlie Heat of It.
“Hope deferred maketh the heart
sick.” Everybody knows that the
well-made macadam road is a thing of
beauty, On the main and, likewise, highways “a joy forever.” principal
and
thoroughfares of the land no other
kind of material should be considered,
unless something better shall be dis¬
covered. At the present time mac¬
adam is the best, and the best is none
too good.
But there are miles and miles of
highways that no one can hope will be
macadamized for—who can say how
many years. They are the quiet, uu
frequeuted roads which lead off the
main highways and happily meander
through ideal pastoral neighborhoods.
Their charm lies in the fact that they
are not big, busy thoroughfares.
Such as these are ideal paths until it
happens to rain or they become filled
with a superfluity of dust.
About half the time these other¬
wise lovely ways are not fit to be trav¬
eled, Aud yet during all their sea
sons of disagreeableuess, there are
hills of gravel lying within easy reach,
of their worst spots, Or there ere
banks of clay, which, when burned,
would make excellent ballast.
The point is that people in rural lo¬
calities where the building of mac¬
adam roads is a remote possibility
should at once make the very best use
of the means and materials at hand.
Town meetings should be called, com¬
mittees appointed to study the best
and most available materials to use,
and some substantial road work should
bo done this year.
Don’t let good gravel banks stand
untouched when there are mud-holes
or dust heaps within a stone’s throw
of them. A well-drained road and a
well-dressed road will bring joy to the
few or the many who may use it.
A City I*ay® Mad Damages.
The following, from a West Su¬
perior (Wis.) paper, tells its own
story, which, by the way, is au inter¬
esting one to taxpayers and “city
fathers
“At the last previous Council meet¬
ing Mike O’Donnelhadaclaim against
the city for the sum of $20, that
amount being claimed by Mr. O’Don
uel for having his horse mired np to
its neck on Eighteenth street near
the Normal School. The Aldermen
rather laughed at the claimant pre¬
senting a bill to the city for having a
horse mired, and the Council voted to
light the case through all the courts
if necessary.
“The case was brought to trial this
morning in Municipal Court. A
jury consisting of Stewart Robinson,
Frank Felker, James Scott aud James
Selder was impanelled, aud after about
ten minutes’ testimony on the case a
verdict was brought iu for the plaintiff
in the sum of $35, which is $15 more
than he offered to settle the case for.
Besides this the costs in the case
amount to $18.87, making a total cost
to the city of $53.87. The horse is
all right now, notwithstanding the
fact that it took two others to pull it
out of the sticky red mud. Under
the direction of the. Council tbe case
will be appealed to the next higher
court.”
Benefits of State Highways.
Dr. Thomas C. Mendenhall, Chair¬
man of the Massachusetts State High¬
way Commission and President of the
Worcester Polytechnic Institute, in
referring to the benefit of State high¬
ways, said: “Many interesting re¬
sults have already come from the
building of these State roads. Directly
they have proved to be of great benefit
by reason of the enhanced hauling
power of those who used them for
heavy traffic. In some instances the
cost of hauling a ton a mile has been
reduced to less than one-quarter what
it was before. Manufacturing com¬
munities, compelled to deliver their
product to a railway station some miles
distant, have, by the improvement of
their roads, been enabled to compete
with more favorably situated estab¬
lishments in other States, which was
before impossible. The value of the
farms adjacent to the improved roads
has been very decidedly increased,
aud property Las been made salable
at a good price, which would before
bring little or nothing. Indirectly
the work has been of value as afford¬
ing an example of good road building.
Should the schemes now accepted bo
continued to completion, the State
will in time be covered with a network
of principal these fine highways, connecting all
centres of population. ”
Killed by Mud.
Vt., A lady residing near Pownal Center,
neighbor’s was driving home recently. Near
a residence her horse be¬
gan to sink in the mud. With her in¬
fant in her arms she jumped from the
wagon and was fortunate in reaching
firm Around. The horse sank till only
the tips of its ears remained above
Neighbors dug the animal
out. Blood flowed from its nostrils
aud iu a few moments it was dead.
NO. IS..
Th« Anti-Rut Agitation.
Gravel-banks and mud-holes should
not be permitted to exist in the same
locality.
Over $2,000,000 has been spent by
the State of Massachusetts in the build¬
ing of improved highways.
“For the time being” is’the most
expensive way in which to mend a
road. A road well tended is always
mended.
Twenty years ago there was scarcely
a mile of good wagon-road in Egypt.
During the last six years more than
1000 miles of fine roads have been con¬
structed.
One of the latest hopeful signs of
the times is the launching of Road and
Farm, at Dablgren, 111., a bright semi¬
monthly devoted to good roads and
the relation of public highways to suc¬
cessful farming.
Chairman Otto Dorner, of the High¬
way Improvement Committee, is one
of the most untiring workers in the
good roads movement, and his
during the past three years, as well as
his present official position, places him
at the head of the good roads agita¬
tors.
FLOWER S SENT TO SEA.
Every Earcp Atlantic I.iner Carries Away
From S50OO to $15,000 Worth.
There is always something going on
to make New York flower shops pros¬
perous, says the New York Herald.
No sooner is Easter gone than there
is a demand for the choicest blossoms
for the spring brides, and when tbe
June weddings are over teas of thou¬
sands of dollars’ worth of flowers are
sent to the piers of the great Atlantic
liners on the North River and taken
out to sea as gifts to departing pas¬
sengers.
A few years ago it was only excep¬
tional passengers that found a con¬
signment of flowers or fruit awaiting
them on the steamship. Now it is
the rule. When the outward rush is
on seme of the big steamers with a
passenger list of fashionable people
take away from $10,000 to $15,000
worth of cut flowers on each trip. It
is a j>oor steamer that does not call
for an order of $5000 worth. An hour
before sailing the saloon tables of the
larger vessels are veritable banks of
buds and blossoms.
By the time the steamer gets out¬
side of Sandy Hook these flowers have
been taken to the different cabins,
where the passenger usually finds
them very much in the way. Next
morning the cabin steward is asked to
remove them. Do you think he throws
them overboard? Nothing of the
kind. ’These flowers are carefully
sorted by the understewards and all
that are faded are thrown away. The
others are put in the ieeroom, and are
sold when the ship reaches Liverpool.
There are men who come down to the
ship for them just as them come for
the linen. The stewards have a plan
of their own of dividing receipts from
this perquisite, as they have for
everything else of the sort aboard
ship.
Most of the flowers are delivered in
Liverpool fairly fresh. Then they are
put through a rejuvenating process
that gives them temporary life, and
are sold by little flower girls on the
streets hole bouquet. at a half-penny for a button¬
For instance, the Teu¬
tonic reaches Prince’s Landing three
hours before a vessel that started two
days ahead of her. The passengers
on the second ship will readily buy a
carnation of a few violets for a half¬
penny while waiting for the customs
officers and become effusive about the
cheapness aud fragrance of English
They little dream that the
they praise so much were
in New Jersey or on Long Isl¬
and passed them on the sils.
We High. Lights. ^
people secretly have small resect for
who eat more than we do.
People who are down on gossip don’t
often say so until after they have heard'
the gossip.
A man who never talks may bo a fool,
hut he has sense enough to eohceal
his dimensions.
A rent in your clothes may be the
accident of a moment, but a patch looks
like premeditated poverty.
Some people get no sympathy when
they are sick because they complain
so much while they are well.
Some people are so well aware of
their own virtues that they overlook
those of the rest of humanity,
A middle-aged woman always picks
out wall paper which reminds her of
somebody’s old garden down in the
country.—Chicago Record.
A Strange Coincidence.
Professor Owen, the great natural¬
ist, had for his constant, companion a
Scotch collie, even more than usually
intelligent. One day while walking
with a friend on the coast of Cornwal¬
lis he picked np a small piece of sea¬
weed. It was covered with minute
animals, and Professor Owen observed
as he threw the piece into the water,
If this small bit is so interesting,
must the entire plant be? I
like to have one.” The men
on, and presently the dog came
up to them with a whole plant
the identical weed iu his mouth.
was been soaking wet, showing that he
in the sea after it. It may
been only a coincidence, but cer¬
a strange one, ___