Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 27 December 1890 — Page 5

=5 WATERS OF MEROM.

frjFfTHE FIELD WHERE JOSHUA TRIUMPHED.

Sun Units tit Noon In the Career of tlio Wicked.

Rev. Dx\ Talmage preached at BroolcJyn and New York Sunday and Sunday might. Text: Joshua ii, 5. Ho said:

We are cncamped tosnight iri Palestine by the waters of Merom. After a long maroh we havo found our tents ipitched, our fires kindled, and, though tfar away from civilization, a variety •of food that would not compromise a first-class American hotel, for the most •of our caravan starts an hour and a half earlier in the morning. We detain only two mule3, carrying so much tof our baggage as we might accidentally need and a tent for the noonday luncheon.

The malarias around this lake Merom are so poisonous that at any other season of the year encampment here is perilous but this winter night the air is tonic and healthful. In this neighborhood Joshua fought his last great battle, The nations had bandec^themBolves together to crush this Joshua, but along the banks of these waters Joshua left their carcasses. Indeed, It is time that we more minutely examine this JoBhua, of whom we have in these discourses caught only a momentary glimpse, although he crossed and recrossed Palestine, and, next to Jesus, is the most stirring and mighty character whose foot ever touched tho Holy Land.

The snows of Mount Lebanon had just been melting and they poured down into the vallpy, and the whole valley was a raging torront. So the '.Canaanites stand on one bank and they look across and see Joshua and the Israelites, and thoy laugh and say: "Aha! Aha! they cannot disturb us in ,.v time, until the freshets fall it is iinpossible for them to reach us." But after a whilo they look across the water and see a movement in the army of Joshua. T'hey say, ''What's the matter now? Why, there must be a panic among these troops and thoy are going to fly, or perhaps they are going to try to cross the river Jordan.

Joshua is a lunatic." But Joshua the cliieftan looks at his army and cries: ••Forward march!" and they'start for ..the bank of the Jordan, Ono mile "ahead go two priests carrying a glittering box four feet long and two feet 4 wide. It is the ark of the covenant.

And they come down, and nosoonordo they just touch the rim of the water with their feet than by an almighty j- fiat Jordan parts. The army of Joshua .'«• marches right on without getting their !eet wet over the bottom of the river, path of chalk and broken shells and pebbles, uitil they get to the other bank. Then they lay hold of the oleanders and tainarasks and willows and

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mll themselves up a bank thirty or feet high, and they clap their shields and their cymbals and sin: the .• praises of the God of Joshua. But no jooner have they roached the bank thrn the waters begin to dash and roar, and with a territic rush thoy break loose from their strange anchorage. .Out yonder they have stopped, thirty miles of distance they have halted,

On this side the waters roll off toward the salt sea. But as the hand of tho Lord God is tak away from the uplifted waters, perhaps uplifted half a mile, those waters rush down, and lome of the Israelites say: "Alas! alas! what a misfortune! Why could those rraters not have stayed parted, because perhaps we may want to go back. Ph, Lord!'we are engaged in a risky business. Those Canaanites may eat us up. How if we want to go back? IVouli't it have been agreater miracle If tho Lord had parted the waters to let us come through, and kept them jpen to let us go back if we are defeated?" My friends, God makes no .(provisions for a Christian's retreat. tie clears the path all the way to Caaaan. To go back is to die. The same gatekeepers that swing back the amo-

Ihysttno and crystallite gate of the Jordan to let Israel pass through now swing shut the amethystine and crystalline gate of the Jordan to keep the Israelites from going back. I declare It in your hearing to-day: victory ahead, water thirty feet deep in the rear. Triumph ahead, Canaan ahead behind you death and darkness and woo and hell. But you say: "Why didn't those Canaanites, whon they •bad sucv a splondid chanco—standing Dn the of tho bank thirty or forty feet hi^h. completely demolish the raelite3 down in tho river?" I 1 yo why. God had mado a (, and he was going- to keep it shall not be any man able to afore thee all the days of thy

J'.his is no place for the host to Joshua gives the command, wr.rd, march!" In the distauce I is a long grove of trees, and at nd of the grove there is a city, a city of arbors, a city with walls Jnlng to reach to tho heavens, to

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ross the very sky. It is tho great LULCI opolis that commands tho mountain pass. It is Jericho.

There shall be no swords.no shiolds, no battering rams. There shall be only one weapon of war, and that a ram's horn. The horn of tho slain ram was sometimes taken and holes were puncturod in it, and then the musician would put the instrument to his lips, and he would run his fingers over

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whole scene was to be a shout, at which those great walls should tumble from capstone to base. The seven priests with tho rudo musical instruments pass all around tho city walls on tho lirst day, and a failure, Not so much as a piece of plaster broko looso from tho wall—not so much as a loosenod rock, not so much as a piece of mortar lost from its place. "There," say the unbelieving Israelites, "didn't I tell you so? Why, those ministers are fools. The idea of going around tho city with those musical instruments and expecting in that way to destroy it! Joshua has been spoiled he thinks because he has overthrown and destroyed the spring freshet he can overthrow the stone wall. Why, it is not philosophic. Don't you see there is no relation between the blowing of these musical instruments and the knocking down of the wall? It isn't philosophy."

Tho second day the priests blowing the musical instruments go around the city, and a failure. Third day, and a failure fourth day, and a failure fifth day, and a failure sixth day, and a failure, The seventh day comes, the climacteric day. Joshua is up early in the morning and examines the troops, walks all around about, looks at the city wall. The priests start to make the circuit of the city. They go all around once, all around twice, three times, four times, five, six times, and a failure.

There Is only one more thing to do, and that is to utter a great shout. I see the Israelitish army straightening themselves up, filling their lungs for a vociferation such as was never heard before and never heard after. Joshua feels that the hour has come, and he cries out to his host "Shout for the Lord hath given you the city!" All the people begin to cry: "Down, Jeriiclio! Down. Jericho!" and tho long line of solid masonry begins to quiver and to move and to rock. Stand from under! She falls! Crash go the walls, tho temples, the towers, tho palaces the air blackened with the dust.

But Joshua's troops may not halt here. The command is. ''Forward, march!" There i6 the city of Ai: it must bo taken. How shall it be taken? A scouting party oomes back and says: "Joshua we can do that without you it is going to be a very easy job you just stay here while we go and capture it." They march with a small regiment in front of that city. The men of Ai look at them and give one yell, and the Israelites run like reindeer. The Northern troops at Bull Run did not make such rapid time as these Israelites with the Canaanites after them. They never cut such a sorry figure as when they were on the retreat, Anybody that/ goes out in the battles of God with only half a force, instoad of your taking the men of Ai. the men of Ai will take you. Look at the Church of God on the retreat. The Borneslan cannibals ate up Munson, tho missionary. "Fall back!" said a great many Christian people. '•Fall back, O Church of God! Borneo will never bo taken. Don't you see the Bornesian cannibals have eaten up Munson, the missionary?"

Joshua falls on his face and begins to whine, and he says, "Oh, Lord God, wherefore hast thou at all brought this people over Jordan to deliver us into the hands of the Amorites to destroy us? Would to God we had bean content and dwelt on the other side of Jordan! For the Canaanites pnd all the inhabitants of the land shall hear of It, and shall environ us round and cut off our name from the earth."

God comes and rouses him. How does he rouse him? By complimen tary apostrophe? No. He says "Get the up. Wherefore liest thou upon thy face?" Joshua rises, and I warrant you with a mortified look But his old courage comes back. The fact, was, that was not his battle. If he had been In it he would have gone on to victory,

He gathers his troops around him and says: "Now let us go up and capture the city of Ai: let us go up right away."

They march on. He puts the majority of the troops behind a ledge of rocks in tho night, and then he sends comparatively small regiments up in front of the city. The men of Ai come out with a shout. The small* regiments of Israelites in stratagem fall back and fall back, and when all the mon of Ai havo left the "city and are in pursuit of those scattered, or seemingly scattered regiments. Joshua stands on a rock—I see his locks flying in the wind as he points his spear toward the [doomed city, and that is the signal. The men rush out from behind the rocks and take tho city, and it its put to tho torch, and then these Israelites return, and between these two waves of Israelitish prowess the men of Ai are destroyed and the Israelites gain the victory. 18

But this is no place for the host'of Joshua to stop. "Forward march!" cries Joshua to the troops. There is the city of Gibon. On the morning of tho third dav he is before the enemy. There are two long lines of battle. The battle opens with groat slaughter, but the Canaanites soon disoover something. They say: "That is Joshua: that is the man who conquered the spring freshet, and knocked down tho stone wall and destroyed the city of Ai. There is no use fighting." And thoy sound a retreat, and as they begin to retreat Joshua and his host spring upon them like a panther, pursuing them over tho rocks, and as

this,rudo musical instruiuentand make great deal of swout harmony for the these Canaanites, with sprained ankles .•7 People. That was the only kind of and gashed foreheads, rotreat, tho weapon. Seven priests Were to tak^, catapults of tho sky pour a volley of theso rude, rustic musical instruments' hail-stones into tho valley and .and they wore to go around tho city jail tho artillory of tho heavens every day for six days—once a day for with bullets of iron pound tho Canaansix days, and then on tho seventh day ites againet tho lodges of Beth-horon. v#

were to go around blowing these "Oh!" says Joshua, "thisis surely a ^ruao musical instruments seven times, victory." "But do you not see the ,^*„und t-feen at the clost of tho seventh sun going down? Those Amorites are

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horns on the going to get away after all, and then

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and perhaps destroy us."

See the sun is going down. Oh for a longer day than has ever been seen in this climate! What is the matter with Joshua? Has he fallen in an apopleotic fit? No. Ho is in prayer. Lookout when a good man makes the Lord his ally. Joshua raises his face. Radiant with prayer, and looks at tho decending sun over Giboon and at the faint rescent of the moon, for you know the queen of the night sometimes will linger around the palaces of the day. Pointing ono hand at the descending sun and the other hand at the faint crescent of the moon, in tho name of that God who shaped tho worlds and moves the worlds,ho cries: "Sun stand thou still upon Gibeon and thou moon, in the valley of Ajalon." They halted.

Whether it was by refraction of the sun's rays, or by the stopping of the whole planetary system, I do not know, and I do not care. I leave it to the Christian Scientists and the infidel Sciences to settle that question.

Massillon preached the funeral sermon over Louis XVI. Who will preached the funeral sermon of those fivo dead kings, King of Jerusalem, King of Hebron, King of Jarmuth, King of Lachish, King of EglonV Let It be by Joshua. What shall'be the opitaph put on the door of the tomb? "There ehall not any man be able to stand before thee all the days of thy life."

But before you fasten up the door I want five more kings beheaded and thrust in—King Alcohol, King Fraud, King Lust, King Superstition, King Infidelity. Let them be beheaded and hurl them In. Then fasten up tho door forever. What shall the inscription and what shall the epitaph beP For all Christian philanthropists of all ages are going to come and look at it. What shall the incription be? "There shall not any man be able to stand before thee all tho days of thy lua."

But it is time for Joshua to go ome. Ho is 110 years old. Washington went down tho Potomac and at Mt. Vernon closed his days. Wellington died peacefully at Apsley House. Now, where shall Joshua rest? Why, he is to have his greatest battle now. After 110 years he has to meet a King who has more subjects than all the present population of the earth, his throne a pyramid of skulls, his parterre the the grave-yards and the cemeteries of tho world, his chariot the world's hearso"—the king of terrors.

But if this is Joshua's greatest battle, it is going to bo Joshua's greatest) victory. He gathers his.friends around him and gives his valedictory and It is full of reminiscence. Young men tell what they are going to do old mon tell what they have done. And yet you have heard a grandfather or greatgrandfather. seated by the evening fire, toll of Monmouth or Yorkstown. and then lift the crutch or staff as though it were a musket, to fight anu show how the old battles were won, so Joshua gathered his friends around his dying couch, and he tells them the story of what he has been through, and as he lies there, his white locks snowing down on his wrinkled fore head, I wonder if God has kept His promise all tho way through.

As he lies there he tells the story one, two or three times, you have heard old people tell a story two or three timers over, and he answers: "I go thq way of all the earth, and not one word of the W'orai§e has failed, not ono word thereof has failed." And he turns to his famiTy, as a dying parent will, and says: "Choose now whom ye will servo, the God of Israel, or the God of tbe Amorites. As for mo and my house, we will serve the Lord." A dying man can not be reckless or thoughtless in regard to his children. Consent to part with them at the door of the tomb we can not. By the cradle in which their infancy was rocked, by the bosom on which they first lay, by the blood of the covenant, by the God ol Joshua, it shall not be. We will not part. Jehovah Jireh, we take thee at thy promise. "I will be a God to thee and thy seed after thee."

Dead, the old chieftain must be laic out. Handle him very gently. That sacred body is over 110 years of age Lay him out—stretch out those feet that walked dry-shod tho parted .Jordan. Close those lips whii^h helped blow the blast at which the walls of Jericho fell. Fold the arm that lifted the spear toward tho doomed city of Ai. Fold it right over the heart that exulted when the five kings fell. But where shall we get the burnished granite for the headstone and the footstone? 1 bethink myself now. I imagine that for the head it shall be the sun that stood still upon Gibeon, and for the foot, the moon that stood still in the Valley of Ajalon,

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What Slie Said.

He was a San Franciscan la the played-out city of London, says the tan Francisco Chronicle. Ho came from the west, where he had developed thai Independence and self-reliance which, combined with erood looks and $20 gold pieces made a man superior to all Europe. He strolled with graoeful dignity into a gilded bar, over wnicn presided a divinity of superb physical form, but still a woman, with that air which only an English barmaid can possibly put on—an air of mingled conceit, pride, coquetry, and humility. She awaited his order. He was dressed in the latest fashion. He threw the lapel of his coat back with a proud gesture, and fixing his fascinating eye on the bar beauty he said: "Tell me, my pretty maid, what cati you suggestfor a man whoato a Welch rabbit last night and docs not fee' well this morning?"

She did not smile she did not appear to be affected by tho appearand of his swelling chest or wicked eye she simply said: "Why didn't you heat two Weloi r.iboits, and let 'em chase head

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pored a'Snboeas Dos^lte tlio Snow-Storm.

(EAR ME! how the snow did whirl down that day, in big feathery flakes that looked as if it wouldn't take a great many of them to make a protty deep drift.

And they came so thick and fast, too! W y, it was as much as ever that

jrOu count sea across the street! Lit* tie Meg Math6r, at the window, could not see across, though her brown eyes were staring wido open, and her face was pressed close against the pane.

But then, Meg's eyes were full of toard and running over, just as they had bean all the morning. 1 suppose that made some difference. Poor Mag!

It was something of a trial, I think, my wlf, though of course it might have b«rp a great deal worse. That is wfiftt Meg's mamma said, trying to c/mfort her liddle daughter. "Just think, dear, what if you hadn't any nice house to live in, and wgre out in the dreadful storm! Or if ymi were siok, and had to take bitter •itjfl, and lie in bed all day! You jQupt look for the silver lining dear, jft isn't nearly so bad as it might be."

But Ma/couldn't feel sure of that. It was very hard to find the bright side of this black, black cloud of disappointment, which had spread over all tho New Year's day that ought to have bean so happy. Everything was as horrid as it could be, Meg thought. And then the tears flowed faster, drop, drop, dropping down on her ounning ruffled apron—a New Year's present Jrom grandma and the cloud seemed blacker than ever, and ^leg felt dreadful miserable, and as if her heart must break. "I know it will!" she sighejl. "Oh dear mo! I can't stand it one mite more! Oh dear. de*ar me!"

Because she had been going to havo a New Year's reception. Dolly lngalls was Invited, and Mamie Dixon and

••Oh," cried Meg, "may I go and see, mamma." Mamma nodded assont, and away Mog rushed. Very soon she was back again, her hair flying, her faco rosy and smiling. "O mamma! mamma!" she burst forth, breathlessly, "there is a monkey a beautiful ono, mamma, with a red coat on, and blue pants, and cap, and everything. And he'll dauce just as cunnjng! And there's a little boy only not very little, you know, and a girl that's littler tbanhe is that makes the jingly noise when the boy grinds on the organ. And it's a real little cunning organ, and plays lots of things, and they went in there to Leep out of tho snow some, and they've been there ever'n over

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Now you know all about it, don't you—why there couldn't bo any recep-. tion, and allP Louie Porter had sore throat, and so of course her coming was put of tho question. And Mamie Dixon's mamma and Dolly Ingall'-s mamma had sent word very early that morning that the little girls couldn't go out in a storm, so, if it should happen to snow—

And it did happen to snow, as if It never, never meant to stop. And it kept on snowing, though Undo Tom said when it began ho didn't believe it was anything more than a scfuall. "But let's don't have a squall Inside as well as out," said he, chucking Meg under her mite of a chin. "Wipe up now, and I'll bring you a paper of the best chocolate caramels I can find when I vOme up to supper."

That was ono comfort in all the grief. But it wasn't a very large one, because supper time

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off. And so Meg cried and orled, until her eyes were almost as red as her cheeks, and mamma thought she should give up. But she pitied her little girl, and offered her ever crumb of comfort she could think of. ••I don't think it snows quite so hard as it did," she said, coming close to the window where Meg sat. "May be they will come yet, dear, Hark! What's that?"

Meg listened. The wind whistled

Mamma smiled, glad to know that Me "'a spirits were on the mending hand. £he looked up tho street and down the street as far as she could for the snow. She listened again.

I ^lin- iu is in our alloy," she said.

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both of 'em bowed and said -Happy New Year' real p'lite when they saw me, and the monkey did, too, bowed you know, ounning's oouldbe, and low down, and his cap tumbled off and he put it on again. And the boy said his name's jooko, the monkey's is, you know, and his very own is Peter, and the little girl's is Elsie. Isn't that pretty one? And—O mamma, want—" "Well," said mamma, smiling, think she knew pretty well what the little flyaway Meg was coming to. "I want to have my 'oeptlon, after all, and have them to it and the mon key. O mamma, can't IP 'Cause I just the same's know they haven't had any. thing to eat to-day, not so nice, any way and I'm sure they're real good bahaved, And it's New Years, you know, and oh, can't I, mamma?"

What could mamma say? I don't believe she would have said anything but

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So Peter and Elsie came in, hanging back a little bashfully, as was quite natural, but looking very pleased and happy for all that. And close behind them came Jocko, who didn't seem a bit bashful, and was quite ready to make friends with everybody.

What a funny little fellow he was! Meg declared over and over again that she didn't bolieve there was ever any thing half so cunning beforo. How gracefully he danced when Peter and Elsie played "Dixie."

Meg clapped her hands until they were red and smarting, and laughed until her sides ached. And Elsie and

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Louie Porter, with their dolls. On the lower shelf of the china closet was little a store of good tilings to eat—tarts and jumbles and frosted cake, and some little turnovers of apple and mince, which were the nicest of any thing. Mary had kindly made them all just as she dfd for the grown up folks, only smaller, of course, on purpose for Meg's reception. And now—oh dear! "Louie's me-an to have her throat sore!" wailed poor little Meg. "And I should think Mamie and Dolly could coma if it did snow! I would if I promised—I would! I'd run away. I b'lieve I'd run awav, if my mamma did say I couldn't,"

Peter laughed, too, and theii1 black eyes shone with pleasure, though it was nothing new for them. "Now, Jocko, be gentleman, sir," said Peter.

And Jocko climbed into a chair and sat down, crossing his log as grave as a judge, and holding the paper which Peter handed him upside down before his funny nose. Meg fairly screamed with laughter, and mamma had to join in, too. "Jocko, be soldier now, sir," said Peter.

Whereupon Jocko took his .little wooden gun and strutted up and down tho room witlj it on hia shoulder with a very soldierly step indeed

And by the time this was done, Meg had set the table in the best of 6tyle, and lunch was ready—the little tarts and jumbles and frosted cakes with a flower on each, and turnovers, and a great deal more besides. I don't believe Peter and Elsie had ever seen such a feast before, much less tasted ono.

They were so hungry! Meg felt sure then that they hadn't had any thing to eat before that day. And Jocko sat up with the rest and ate as much as any of them and what he couldn't eat he stuffed away under his jacket, which made them all laugh harder than ever.

And right in tho middle of the fen the door opened, and there were DVjlly lngalls and Mamie Dixon and Louie Porter, whose throat wasn't

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So it was, of course and of course there was enough, too, for every body. And when dinner was over, Jocko went through with all his tricks again and again before tho merriest little audience he ever had, I am sure.

And at last he pulled off his funny cap and passed it around gravely just

and rattled the windows as if trying to as ho had been taught to do, though make all the noise it could, but through Elsie blushed and said: "No, no, it-11 Meg sharp oars canght the sound Jocko!" a good many times. was playing

of a hand-organ. It "Home, Sweet Home." "Oh, my!" cried Meg, forgetting her tears and trouble for the minute. "O mamma, where is it? Maybe there's a monkey to it."

But Uncle Tom laughed and said he guossed Jocko was a business sort of a chap and then he divided a handful of loose change among tho children and Jocko passed his cap until ho got every bit.

So Meg's reception was a complete success, after all. Ths little girls declared they never, never had

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tie head w^s laid on its pillow that? night 'and I do hope Klsio and Peter 11 be to it, and Jocko."

And then sh3 wont to sleep and dreamed that a red and blue monkey was olfering her a turnover in his cap. —Ada C. II. Stoddard.

BUNTING BUFFALO:

Return of an Expedition After Two Months Auioug tho Indians:

San Francisco Ctronicle.

Two miserable months on a dreary segment of Sahara, two buffalo hides, two heads with the shorthorns of tho wild cow of the prairie. This In brief is the history of the exploits of an expedition of great hopes organized here last August and in the field from early in September to this week. The party included J. C.' Bobbins, Jack Hills, Frsink Kelley. Willis Woodruff, and William Hopkins, all brave boys, who have ridden the range for years. Their project was to capture the band of buffalos running on the Rod Desert, 120 miles north of tho Union Pacific, in the center of the State. They proposed establishing on the Laramie plains a buffalo ranch similar to the preserve of C. J. Jones near Garden

City Kan. The project has been abandoned after a trip full of incident. A coupla of light storms made travel difficult, and they were two weeks from this place before the desert waa reached. They skirted the northern edge of the waste by way of reconnoitering then plunged Into the expanse of alkali, greasewood, and water holes. Their first adventure was the meeting of ten lodges of Arapahoe Indians, who had come out into the desert to hold some sort of a pow wow. The reds were friendly and told the hunters of a lake where they could camp and be reasonably certain of sighting tho buffalo they sought. The hunters traveled us directed and reached the murky sheet in two days. In forty-eight hours they had crossed seventy miles of veritable bad lands, a broken country without veges tation and with scarcely any water. They remained here eight days, hunt* ing all the time.

During breakfast tho first morning Hills sighted a herd of buffalo with his field glasses. Tho bunch numbered fifteen and thoy were grazing quietly. Before the hunters could got into action tho game had disappeared and was not found again. A few days later they came upon a magnificent bull, four fine cows, and a yearling. Tha bull charged them. They shot to frighten him off, and were altogether too successful in this direction. Hills roped one of tho cows. The animal worried herself so that she died after being "hog tied." A buffalo will struggle till completely exhausted, and rarely recovers. The only other capture was that of another cow, which soon sucoumbed to the neomsitated choking. i,

Robbins satisfied himself that this herd was not from the National Park, as has been so often reported of hite. The Indians told him that in 1884 tha herd numbered 300. Three years later it contained but 100. and is now not over WSIlty, Tho reds killed many, and the remainder died during the severe winter of 1889-90.

During t'hen: travels hunters encountered several herds of wild horses. They were the regular mustangs, small and spirited, and looking unkempt in their winter coats. Robbing, manager of the expedition, says he has had enough buffalo hunting to satisfy him for the rest of hia life,

WHAT 18 IX?

Influonce That Sometimes Guides Ua Against Oar Will.

'No. I do not believe in ghosts," said an old lady of great experience but I do believe in the ministration of spirits."

This Is not the age, nor the oountry, in which the supernatural flourishes. Interest centers about the praotical. Haunted houses are rented without great difficulty, if the landlord is willing to knock off a portion of the rent.

There are many, however, who will admit the exertion at times, of some peculiar influence, swaying our ac* tions. We are led to do things we should not do of our own volition— the wisdom of which we do not appreciate until afterwards then we won» der how we oame to do them. We are forced to learn that worldly wisdom is not always that which guides into the wisest courses.

In this practical age results are what people are looking after, They believe in what they see the "evidence of things not seen" is to be weighed in the future. When a man is sick he wants to get well he cares little what medical method is em. ployed if it euros. But if it does not cure he soon begins, to doubt the skill of the physician, and inquires into his methods of medication. A happy thing it is, sometimes, if some influence induces investigation before it ia too late.

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but what her mamma could bundle her up and let her come in the sleigh with Uncle Tom and Mamie and Dolly, and a nice treat of nuts and candy. "Oh, you're most too late!" cried M^g. -But there's enough, I guess. Oh, isn't this the splendidest!"

Interviewing a Jury in France.^ All the performances of the AmerU can interviewer pale before that of a French reporter's success with the Eyraud jury. French juries are appointed some days before the trial, and this enterprising journalist succeeded in getting from each one of the Eyraud jury his opinion. Many were for condemnation. Consequently the trial has been posponed until next month.

•/f'f Dog as Food. The favorite food of the Sandwich islanders is tho flesh of the Mexican hairless dog. It is said to taste liko spring chicken and is considered ,vory dainty. Theso dogs are raised in large numbers and fattened for the market*.

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a time beforo in all their lives. "I'll havo another 'ception next year," said Meg, whan her sleepy lit2

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