Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 7 September 1897 — Page 3
THE D AILY R ANN FR TIMES. OREENCASTLE. INDIANA
KLONDIKE.
nv^r the mountains and far away, In the regions of lee and snow. ',lmv n pilgrim is trudging to-day ’ With a heart full of hope and shouting
•Yo-bo
For Klondike!”
Many a mother and many a wife
over the mountains, beyond the plains, many a one that Is dear. Where the great river winds to the sea, Is dreaming to-dav of a happier life
Many a husband manv a son,
And many a father, too:
Many a man who is dear to some one Is climbing the glaciers, leading through
To Klondike!
Where the _
Manv a pioneer jingles his gains, i n',1 sings in a fronz.ied ecstasy—
In Klondike!
won
Thousands andlthouaands of miles away, in the land of the polar bear, Manv a man is digging to-day, otliv to find that there's nothing therein Klondike!
And hopefully waiting to bear
From Klondike!
And thousands and thousands of golden
hopes.
And many a dream that is fair Are destined to die on the frozen slopes And Had their graves out there In Klondike! - Cleveland Leader.
“Mrs. Sweetelover, if either of your M \ kTN \I vTTL'I* hoarders leaves you, it is I. 1 came •'* • * . I u 1 11.11.
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At Seafoam Lodge.
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13y IIELK.M KORKESX GRAVES.
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HERE must he no clams, lobstei-salad—any sort of seaother boarders food you may happen to have. I don’t taken,” said Mr. eat desserts. And now I’m going out
McCorkindale. “I to walk on the seashore."
stipulate for that.” j Mrs. Sweetclover looked after him
“Oh, there will with eyes of rapture,
be none!” said Mr. “The hoarder of ail others that I Dewey, the board- would have preferred,” said she. “I
ing anil real estate agent, nibbling the am in luck! I thought yesterday, end of his pen. “I know Mrs. Sweet- ! when I saw the new moon over my clover very well—a most respectable right shoulder, that something fortu-
widow, in reduced circumstance*—and uate was going to happen.”
I know all about Seafoam Eodge, a de- But Mrs. Sweetclover ha l not lightful place, on the edge of the stuffed the blue-lish for baking, when ocean, where a mau can’t help being ! a light, firm foot-step crossed the healthy.” threshold, and Miss Milfoil stood be“Very well,” said Mr. McCorkin- ! fore her, in a dark-blue serge dress, dale. “Let her know that 1 consider J ««'! a sailor hat of black straw, while the thing a bargain. I will send my across her shapely shoulders was trunks on^Monday of next week.” slung a Hat black satchel, traveler-
Mr. McCorkindale had been sum- wise,
mering at the Adirondacks, and had “Mrs. Sweetclover, 1 suppose?”
found that mountain breezes, black sain she.
Hies and dried pine-needles didn’t 1 The widow eourtesied an affirmative, agree with him. He was now resolved “I am Mattie Milfoil," said the lady, to try the seaside. And he went home, “1 rented yonr room, last w eek, of
last, and 1 occupy the least remunera-
tive room. I will take my departure CRIDE AND GROOM LONG FOR
on the noon-train to-morrow." And Mattie went back to her room
and cried a little; for she had become I very fond of her pretty tittle room • ,, ' nr,, «v t» Alaska ami s,.«>n m-
already.
“At all events,” said Mattie to herself, “I will get up before daylight tomorrow morning, and have one good swim in the surf.” She supposed, when she came out the next day, in her dark-blue bathingsuit and the coarse straw hat tied down over her eyes, that she would have the coast clear. But she was mistaken. Mr. McCorkindale was paddling, like a giant purpoise, in a suit of scarlet and gray, among the waves. He had always wanted to learn to swim, and here was a most eligible
opportu nity.
“He don’t see me,” said Mattie, to herself, ns sh crept cautiously down in the shadii . of the rocks. “If ha
SHINING GOLD.
c«me rnKReuMCil of a i'laim That Huh Ykt*l«le<l Them Millions m Dust (• r11
lii'inyH Luck.
O. HOWARD, Jr., the mining expert and son of Gen. O. O. Howard, telegraphed to a Wall street syndicate "l'\e s< cured
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he sought and found, hand in hand, they two together, in the frozen wil-
derness of the northwest.
Rumors of '‘wealth beyond the dreams of avarice" had been floating down from there for many a year. So w hen they stood up before the minister and pledged themselves for life they had already agreed to start for that unknown country. And they did.
Over the Whit** Dneertn.
From Fresno, where they were married, they took with them four fine logs to help pull them and their outfit over the white deserts thai lay between
the case might tie. and while it was considerably better than walking there was always an uncertainty about my position which marie it uncomfortable. At first It was very, very cold, but after a time I got used to it. One of the greatest difficulties we had to encmuter was the indistinctness of the trail. The snow fell so heavily and the winds blew so high that it frequently happened we were aide only to follow the trail w ith the greatest difficulty. "1 think the most remarkable experience 1 had during the overland journey was the trip over Lake !/»-
them and the Yukon. They purchased j barge. When we reached that point provisions enough to last them twelve i we found the lake broken up in the months, and they set out with the de daytime, though at night there was a termination to stay In the Yukon dis- thin ice which made travel possible. We
well pleased with the bargain he had
made.
Now, Mr. Dewey was in a partnership—Dewey & Salter—and so neatly dovetailed together were the, arruuge-
Dewey & Salter.”
“Dear me!” thought the widow.
“Am 1 dreaming?”
“I like the situation very much,” continued Miss Milfoil, looking at the
merits of the firm, that Mr. Salter, w ho curling edges of foam that crept up the dined at half-past twelve o’clock, came beach at the left, and then at a niurto “keep office” exactly at the hour in muring grove of maple tree* at the which Mr. Dewey, w ho dined at, half- : north. “I shall probably remain here »pist one, took up his hat and cane to until Christmas, if 1 am suited!” depart. And scarcely had Mr. Salter “But the room is let already!” fal lighted his cigar, and settled his chair tered Mrs. Sweetclover, at last recover-
back at exactly the right angle of the wall, than in came Miss Mattie Milfoil, a blooming young old-maid, who
gave lessons in swimming at the A'jua taken it.
ing her voice.
“Taken already!” repeated Miss Mil foil. “But that is impossible. J have
Pura Academy.
“I want hoard at the seaside for a mouth,” said she. “At a place, please, where there are no other hoarders. Prices must he moderate, and surf-
bathing is a necessity.”
“Ah,” said Mr. Salter, bringing his chair down on its four legs at once, “the very [dace! Mrs. Sw eetclover, a
“There's some mistake at the Boarding Agency,” said Mrs. Sweetclover, almost ready to cry. “It’s been let twice; and [ never knew of it until this moment. Oil, dear! oh, dear! It
never rains hut it iwnirs!”
“But what am 1 to do?” said Miss
Milfoil.
Mrs. Sweetclover’s faded eyes light
client of ours, has taken Seafoam e, l 11 p w ith a faint gleam of hope. Lodge, on the New Jersey coast, and ] “I’ve only the eligible apartment on has a clean, light, airy room to let, the second floor, said she; “hut if
with good board, no mosquitoes“Yes, I know,” said Miss Milfoil. “Just let me look at her - references.” The references proved satisfactory. Miss Milfoil struck a bargain at once. “Let Mrs. Sweetclover expect me
you d( n't mind the garret, there’s n nice, airy room finished off there, with two dormer windows overlooking the
ocean ”
“I’ll look at it,” said Miss Milfoil. She looked ai it, and she liked it,
on Monday,” she said; and Mr. Sslter and she straightway sent to the village pocketed his commission with inward ' fov her trunks, unpacked her hooks, glee. | her work-basket, her writing-desk and “Anything doing?” Mr. Dewey ! her portable easel, arranged some seaacked,'when lie came back from din- weed over the mantle and made her-
ner, with a pleasant oleaginous flavor se B at home.
of roast pork and applesauce about Mr. McCorkindale, going upstairs
him.
“I've let Mrs. Sweetolover’s room for her,” said Salter. “Hello!” cried Dewey; “I let it, this morning, to old McCorkindale!” “And I’ve just disposed of ittoMiss Milfoil,” sputtered Salter. “Why ihe deuce didn’t you enter it on the books?” “A man can’t think of everything,” said Mr. Dewey; “and I was going to enter it when I came back.” “But what are we to do now ?” said Salter. “Nothing,” said Dewey. “Ten to one, one of the parties won’t keep the contract. We’re not to blame, that I can see.” And Mr. Dewey, a philosopher after his way, arranged his bulletin-board anew, and sat down, a human spider, to await the coming of any flies who might he disposed for business. Mrs. Sweetclover, in the meantime, had swept and garnished Seafoam Lodge, until it was fresher than a cowslip and sweeter than roses. She had decorated her up-stairs room with China matting, fresh muslin curtains, and dimity covers to the bureau anil dressing-table. "I do hope I shall he able to let it!" said Mrs. Sweetclover, with a sigh. “But there are so many seaside lodgings this year that—Dear me! here comes a gentleman and a valise up the beach-road, and ns true as I live, he’s making straight for my house!” “Have my trunks arrived?" said (ha gentleman—“name of MeCorkiudale.” “Sir!” said Mrs. Sweetclover. “I engaged the room through Dewey & Salter,” said Mr. McCorkindale, “last week.” “It’s the first I've heard of it,” said Mrs. Sweetclover, all in a Hurry. But you’redcindly welcome, sir, and the room is quite ready, if you'll be so good as to step up stairs.” “Humph! humph! said Mr. MeCorkindale, gazing around him with the eye of an elderly eagle. “Very dean — tolerably airy—superb view from the w indows. Upon my word I like the look of things.” “Do you think the apartment will suit?” said the widow, timidly. “Of course it will suit!” said Mr. McCorkindale. “Here is a month’s hoard in advance—ten dollars a week, the agent said. You may serve dinner at one o’clock. Blue-fish, roast
from the dinner table that very day, heard a sweet, clear voice, singing the refrain of some popular ballad, from
the upper story.
“Eh!” said Mr. McCorkindale. -“Is that your daughter?” “It’s my lady hoarder, sir,” said
Mrs. (Sw eetclover.
“Look here,” said Mr. McCorkindale, stopping short—“this won't go
down!”
“What won’t go down, sir?” said the bewildered landlady. “No other boarders taken, you know,” said Mr. Corkindale. “That was my express stipulation.” “I’m very sorry, sir,” said Mrs. Sweetclover, “but—” “And I’m not going to he trifled with!” said Mr. Corkindale. “Either she or L must go!” “Couldn’t it he managed, sir?” said the landlady, half terrified out of her
senses.
“No, it couldn’t” said Mr. McCork-
indale.
At this moment, however, Miss Milfoil herself made her appearance on the scene, tripping down ihe stairs in a quiet, determined sort of way, and faring the indignant elderly gentleman as he stood there. “What's the matter?” said Miss Mil-
foil.
“The matter,” said Mr. McCorkindale, “is simply this. 1 have engaged my hoard here, on the express understanding that I am to be the only boarder. ” “I see," said Miss Milfoil. “And 1 am in the way.” Mr. McCorkindale was ominously silent. “But,” said Mattie, with an engaging smile, “if I promise to be very quiet, and to refrain from annoying you in any manner whatsoever—” “It would make no difference,” said Mr. McCorkindale. “I object to young women.” “But,” cried indignant Mattie, “suppose 1 were to object to middleaged gentlemen on no better pretext?” “You are perfectly welcome to do so,” said Mr. Corkindale, stiffly. “You see. 1 am an old bachelor.” “And I am an old maid!” pleaded Mattie. “It makes no difference—no difference at all!” said Mr. McCorkindale. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Sweetclover, but ” “Stop!” said Mattie, resolutely.
shado w of the rocks,
did, I suppose he would issue a proclamation that the whole seashore be- ' longed to him. But I hope there is room enough for us both in the Atlan-
tic Ocean.”
And Miss Milfoil struck out scientifically, gliding through the waves like a new variety of fish, with darkitine scales, and straightway forgot all about the troublesome old bach-
elor.
It’s very strange,” said Mr. McCorkindale, revolving around and around, like a steam paddle-wheel. A log floats, but I can’t seem to manage it without the help of my arms and legs. I’ve always understood that swimming was a very easy business, hut—Pouf—ah-h—whilst-— sh—sh! Help! help! Pouf-f-f! I’m drowning! The undertow is carrying me out, and I can’t help myself! Whush-sh! Oh! ah! help! he-e-e-elp!” And Mr. McCorkindale’s voice lost itself in a bubbling cry, while the deaf old fisherman upon the shore went on whistling and mending his net, and the solit-ary individual, who was pieking U]) shells with his hack toward the surf, never dreamed hut that the stout gentleman was diving for his own amusement. But Mattie Milfoil, cleaving her way steadily through the waves, perceived in a moment that something was wrong. Mrs. Sweetclover fainted away when they laid the boarder on a pile of blankets on her kitchen Hoor. She was one of those nervous ladies who always faint away at the least provocation. Bst Mattie had all her senses about her; and, thanks to her courage and presence of mind, Mr. McCorkindale’s life was saved. “What is that rntllingon the stairs?” he feebly inquired, as he sat up, the next day, in an easy-chair, with a curious sensation, as if a gigantic bumblebee were buzzing in bis head, and cataracts pouring through his ears. “It’s Miss Milfoil’s trunk going away,” said Mrs. Sweetclover, with a sniff of regret. “Tell her not to go,” said Mr. McCorkindale. “Sir!” said Mrs. Sweetclover. “Do you think J'm going to turn the woman who saved my life out of doors?” puffed Mr. McCorkindale. “But I thought you objected to women.” said Mattie's eheerful/voice outside the door. “I’ve changed my mind,” said Mr. McCorkindale, with a fluttering semblance of a smite. '“A mart is never too old to learn. And I mean to learn to swim next week, if you will teach
me.”
He did learn. Miss Milfoil taught him. Ann the old bachelor and the old maid spent their month at the seaside, to use Mrs. Sweetclover’s expression, “as quiet as two lambs.” “I declare,” Mr. McCorkindale pensively observed, on' the afternoon he- 1 fore his tend was up, “I shall be very lonely after 1 leave here!” “You’ll he going Imck to the city, yon know,” cheerfully observed Miss Milfoil.
an option on t'lar- trict and hunt for the auriferous earth cnee Berry’s con- | at least five years. Theirs was to be no trolling interest in short holiday outing, but a carefully four best claims at j planned, campaign a long and perKiotidyke, price two sistent search for the coveted gold,
million dollars, 10 per cent to be paid Few women would cire to face the immediately; this sum to be forfeite.l trials and privations of that long jonrif control isn't carried through and bal- I ncy from Juneau to Forty-Mile Camp, ante paid in six months. Forty square It was full of exciting ine,dents, and feet actually produce $130,000, of iihh ii more lhan once death seemed to be
$GU,U00 in nuggets is here.' Mrs. Clarence Berry is ihr heroine of this great Klondyke romance, if there arc such things as lucky stars she was born under one of them. She was Miss Ethel Hush, ot Selma, uulil March 15. ISilG, when she hetame ihe bride of Clarence Perry, of Fresno, the man who has made the biggest and richest find yet made in the new Alaskan gold fields. His first season's work netted him $1:10,000. Nine tenths of the claim he has staked out is yet to explore, and is known lo lie full of the yellow dust. And the hand that held the Aladdin lamp which guided him to his fabulous fortune was that of the brave little woman who married him one day and started with him on the next for the lee-bound Land of Promise in the Northwest. A IVrilntm Itridiil Tour. It was a unique honeymoon irip. For downright luck it is without a parallel In the record of bridal tours On the day that they were married tlu-e two young people were poor in everything but love, pluck and faith in their future. Their worldly possessions consisted of just enough money to pay their passage to San Francisco, thence to Juneau, and on to Forty-Mile Camp, and provide themsehes will) the nerrs sary stores for a year of mining-camp life when they got there. It was ,i rough start In life, lint this young couple were no mere dreamers of for-
tune.
They had Ihose elements of character that conquer success under the hard ost conditions. They were prepared to literally force open the clinched fingers on the reluctant hand of fortune. They were ready to face hardships and "rough it” together. Between them and the Yukon river there was a long and weary Journey, full of perils by land and sea. The journey to .Inneait which they reached on March L’4. was easy enough, but beyond that point it was difficult and dangerous. Their overland Journey began on March 24. and It was not until June 10 that this brave pair drove their dog team into Forty-Mile Camp and "struck a claim.” The story of those seventyeight days of travel through an unknown country, across an almost trackless waste of ice and snow, is the story of a wedding trip that must have been more thrilling than comfortable. But love lightens labor and laughs at danger when it is united to tfle clear grit which these two had. It was no freak journey, undertaken in a whimsical spirit of haphazard venture. Clarence Berry had talked of gold to Ethel Hush while he was wooing her. There was a golden thread running all through his tale of love. Among the pretty things he said to win her heart he was constantly whispering to her the suggestion of fortune to
quite near. Mrs. Merry, who is now in Ran Francisco, furnishes many graphic
saw that it would be impracticable to make the portage from there to the river, so we determined to make the trip during the night. I am sure 1 don't know just how it happened, for I was asleep most of the time. One night in May I retired to my berth on a scow which we had built and woke up the next morning thirty-six miles away. We had crossed the lake in one night, an undertaking which 1 do not think had ever been accomplished be-
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before she could reach the Klondyke, was already beginning to show signs of floating Ire. and she knew it would be only a short time before it would be completely frozen over. So she worked with a will, and soon got everything packed and started on the steamer Arotic for the new land of gold. Her husband and his party joined her on the way up the river. It was Dee. t>, 189G. when this devoted and daring cauple struck their first gold of any consequence. Then it rame in a torrent.^AH through the winter Clarence Berry was piling up wealth. His wife was at the mines every div, and as the great chunks of frozen earth were dumped on the ground her fair fingers were busily at work picking out the nuggets. During the season she picked up In this way about $10,000 worth of golden pebbles. Wilh a sharp stick sne would dig into the frozen clods until they broke apart and gave up their treasure. The largest nugget Mrs Berry found in this way was worth $2:11. and it turned out to he the best individual prize found in the diggings. Mrs. Berry enjoyed good health through all her experiences in the frozen northwest and weighs twentytwo pounds more lhan when she left Fresno on her wedding day in Maie'i, 189ti. Fndaunted by Iter hard and perilous journey, she says she is ready to return to Alaska with her husband next spring If he decides to go back there But Clarence Berry is many times a millionaire now. and it Is not probable that he and his plucky wife will ever repeat their romantic, picturesque. hut perilous bridal tour.
I'irrtinmtitnci-t Alter Casra. "Yon have been in the cigarette business so long,” said the anxious mother, "that you must be aide to give me the information 1 want. 1 hope you will candidly answer my question. Are cigarettes injurious to the health?" "It all depends, ma'am,” said the tobacco merchant. “On «>hn "On whether you smoke them or sell them.”
ItiryrllHt'M Purndlte. Washington is called I lie bicyclists’ paradise. It lias over 300 miles of concrete pavement, and the roads in tiie suburbs are excellent. It is the only city in the country where the streets are belter titan the sidewalks. Wheelmen make daily tjjps to Baltimore and return. About 13.000 persons employed in Washington use ihe wheel going to and front work. FrUlty ItrlHlol Folk. Cyclists ot Bristol. Pa., are incensed over l lie regulations which prohibit a wheelman of over 90 trom mounting from the pedal and a wheel woman of over lt> from doing fancy riding on the public highway. There is quite a frisky crowd at Bristol from all indications.
“But I shall miss you!” said the bachelor. “Nonsense!” said Mattie. “I wonder if you will miss me?" said Mr. McCorkindale. “Well—a little,” owned Miss Milfoil. “Did you never think of marrying, Mattie?" abruptly demanded Mr. MaGorkindale. “Very often,” she answered, calmly. “And how is it that you never have married?" Mattie laughed. “Because 1 never found the right one,” she said. “Just my reason, exactly!” said Mr. McCorkindale. “But I think I have found her at last—and it’s you, Mattie!” “Is it?” said Miss Milfoil, coloring and smiling. “Don’t you think, if you were to try me, I might suit you —as a husband?” he asked, persuasively. “I don’t know,” whispered Mattie. “Try me!” said Air. McCorkindale, taking her hand in his; and she did not draw it away. How brief a time will sometimes suffice to turn the current of a lifetime! That month at Seafoam Lodge made all the difference in the world to Mr. and Mrs. McCorkindale.—Saturday Night. II it ting Force of Cyclists. A cyclist of 150 pounds weight and moving at the rate of ten feet per second (about seven miles an hour) has a momentum of 1500 pounds, without counting the weight of his wheel. A collision between two 150-pound riders, wheeling at the moderate pace of seven miles an hour, would result in a smash-up with a force of 3000 pounds! —Philadelphia Inquirer.
details of her trying experiences, says: The Krlde’a .Y<<*owrjt «»f It. “The journey over ihe ice and mow was an experience that I am not likely to soon forget. The accommodations for a woman were very poor, though we had the best that was obtainable. We carried with ns a stmve and tewit, and the latter we pitched every nigh! on some spot where the sbow was hard. Our be6* were made of Doughs. Mr. Berry was careful to se>e that I had every comfort possible. Just before leaving Juneau I was given a large bearskin robe, which added much to my comfort. "I rode all Ihe way frtm Juneau to the mining ramp. During the journey I was strapped to the sled or boat, as
Spain has more sunshine than any other country in Europe.
MRS. BERRY AS SEEN IN THE KLONDYKE.
HER WEDDING DAY.
fore or since. 1 was told by my husband lliat a sail had been hoisted on tiie scow which helped ilie dogs over Hie lake " IL«4i Lin k Hi Forty-Mil*' 4 ani|i. When lhey arrived at Forty-Mile Camp ll is brave pair found there was absolutely nothing to do. The husband struck a claim and made a Buie money, but it was hardly enough u> pay expenses. But they had the supplies which they had brought along with them and a little money left. So iliey kept on probing and poking the earth and hoping for better luck. Then followed weary weeks of discouragement. No gold worth talking about was turned up hjuI Clarence Berry began to feel depressed. But lhe Jilile woman at his side kept telling him lliat success was bound to come. Soon afterwards reports began to come in at Forty-Mile Camp that there was a wonderful find of gold in (he Klondyke district. Mrs Berry told her husband that the best tiling he could do was to start at once for the new fields and leave her behind lie was rehwtant lo do Ibis, but site persisted in her counsel, and fortunately for both he finally acted upon it. tVlinf Her HiihIihikI Snya, This was the turning point in their fortunes, and It is well told In Clarence Berry's own words He says: "I was liecnming much discouraged over I he outlook, when the news came of the rich find on the Klondyke. At first I was undecided as to what to do. because there had been so many false alarms tbal I was unwilling to risk the expense of such a trip. At length I concluded that there was crtainly nothing to lose in such a venture, and there might be a great deal gained. It was late when I reached Dawson City, but 1 was lucky enough to locate what I believe to be one of the richest, if not the very richest claim on Bonanza Creek. My claim is No. 40, below Discovery. and has yielded in nuggets alone more than $10,000. the major portion of which were picked out by my wife. I think I may say it with pardonable pride that she Is a nervy little woman, and I was more than fortunate In having such a helpmeet. I question seriously whether I would have done so well if It had not been for tiie excellent advice and aid of my wife. I want to give her all Ihe credit that Is due to her. and I can assure you that it is a great deal." On to the Klntiilykc. So the husband went on to Klondyke and the wife remained at the old camp to break it up and come on as soon as she could, bringing the stores and prowas already beginning to show signs of toll. The river, which must b« crossed
Not the (tight HthikI. "No sooner do the Onondaga Indians get converted to Christianity lhau a New York woman visits the reservation and converts them back to their ancient religion. Their Christianity does cot appear to "take." The ('hnh 1 Way. Grief over the death of her husband caused a Chicago widow of 22 to drink carbolic acid. Her condition is not serious and she will probably be married again within six months.
POPULAR SCIENCE. The poles of Jupiter are flattened almost exactly like those of the earth. The phenomenon ran be plainly seen with the telescope. in tile useful report of Dr. Lintner. state entomologist of New York, it is stated ihat the little red ant. a pest tutrcduced from Europe, lias the single redeeming feature that it is an active and efficient enemy of the bedbug. The pleiades contain six stars visible to eyes of ordinary keenness, though twelve or fourteen have been counted In this cluster by persons of extraordinary eyesight. A two-lmh telescope shows about sixty stars in this cluster. The most scientific forester in Europe says the oldest trees in northern Europe are the pines of Norway and Sweden, and that these are not known t i live more than 570 years. Germany's oldest oaks live only a little more than three hundred years. Mathematical calculations show that an iron ship weighs twenty-seven per cent less than a wooden, and will carry 115 tons of cargo for every one hundred tons carried by a wooden ship of the same dimensions, and both loaded to the same draught of water. It has been a source of Interest and wonder to arctic explorers to find such quantities of singing birds within Ihe arctic circle. They are abundant beyond belief. But the immense crop of cranberries, crow berries and cloudberries that ripen in the northern swamps account for the presence of the birds. It appears that the domestic cricket of Europe, the "cricket of the hearth.'’ has been introduced into this country. In Minneapolis and elsewhere they have proved to be a great nuisance. House agents there claim that besides bring tiresome and noisy, they are very destructive, so that "a house invaded by them could not be rented." This cricket was observed in Canada by Kalm in 1749. and its recent pc currencc there has been confirmed bv two well-known entomologists; and li has been observed in various eastern towns by Chler and others, but it has not hitherto been common in the I'nlted States, though frequently observed In Canada