Bloomington Courier, Volume 16, Number 10, Bloomington, Monroe County, 21 December 1889 — Page 2

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THE COURIER.

BY H. J. FELTUS.

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BLOOMINGTON,

INDIANA

TALK OF THE DAY.

Know thyself. If you can't get the requisite information, run for office. A lively minister says there is less hope for a lazy man than for any other living creature ! It is natural that in times of excitement a man's head should spin, for it is the top of his body. One reason why a fat man doesn't catch cold as easily as a lean man, is because he is so much wrapped up in himself. Natural-- "This coflfee is very muddy this morning." "Yes, dear, but you must remember how upset things are in Brazil." A venerable sinner--Venus--"How steadily the earth jogs along," Mars--"Yes, but just look at the moon--full as a goat!" She (at the piano) -- "Listen! How do you enjoy this refrain?" He--"Very much! The more refrain the better I like it." It Belonged to him.--Barber (to granger)-- "Your head is very dirty, sir." Granger--"It's none of your darn business if it is." . An Appropriate Name.--Jones--"Say, Browne, why do you call your eldest boy Telephone?" Browne--"Be-cause he never works. " Professional beat (to hotel proprie-tor)--"Is there any danger of fire here?" Proprietor--"Not if you settle for your board in advance." For short--Miss Beacon Hill--"What is your brother's name?" Miss Wa-bash--"Lucullus Swinburne Hobbs, but we call him 'Cully,' for short." Caught it at last--First boy (in sur-prise)--"Why, I heard you ran off to join a circus. Didn't you catch it?" Second boy-- "Not till I got back

home. Examiner--"Can you give an instance of a person inciting another to perjury?" Candidate--"Yes; when the court asks a female witness how old she is." Footpad--"Hold up yer hands!" Pedestrian (calmly)--"I have been out shopping all day with my wife." Footpad (sympathetically)--By Jinks! Here, take this quarter." An Awful Possibility--Aunt Keziah --"Well, Kitty, so you're to be married." Kitty--"Yes, aunt, Providence permitting; but wouldn't it be awful if that dress shouldn't come?" Young wife--"A horrid rat ate one of those lovely canaries my husband got me, and that's why I got a cat." Matron--"Well?" Young wife--"And then the cat ate the other." "Do you remember that awful smart boy you used to have in your office--Johnny Smith?" "Oh, yes., How did he come out?" "He hasn't come out. He got twenty years in Sing Sing." A Little Matter.--"My goodness!" said she. 'That's hardly worth

mentioning," said her spiteful neighbor in her spiteful way. And now they never speak as they pass by.

Mrs. Newed--"My dear, what would

you think of having mother to dine with us on Thursday?" Mr. Newed--"Oh, I guess I wouldn't; not on Thursday anyway--that's Thanksgiving, you know."

The life of a lease.--She--"And now

that we are engaged, John, dear, how long shall the engagement be for?" He (an absent-minded lawyer who has just drawn up a railroad lease)-- "Oh, ninety-nine years, I s'pose." Lady of the house--"No, I make it a principle never to give away money at the door." Tramp--"Very well, madame, if you have any feeling about it I am perfectly willing that you shoud hand it to me out of the window. The boys will soon be men. Teddy

--"I'll be a man before ever you will. I feel my whiskers a-sproutin'

already." "Tommy--"Pshaw! that's nuthin'. I bribed two voters when we lectured me captain of the ball nine." She got herself wedged in the door-

way, and kept a score of people waiting. "Just like a woman," muttered a male growler. "Yes," replied the

What a pity the sentiment isn't returned!" Paradoxical--Ethel--"Papa, why did you invite that undertaker here?" Papa--"Whom do you refer to, my dear?" "Ethel--"That solemn-look-

ing man talking with mamma." Papa

"Why, that's Squibs, the professional humorist." When you see a girl pasting a scrapbook full of cooking recipes out of the weekly papers you know pretty well that some young man is in a position to be congratulated, and yet when you think of the recipes you feel rather sorry for him, too. Water in the Snake River has been so low this season that settlers have bitterly complained of the dust raised by the salmon going up stream. They threaten to ask for an appropriation to sprinkle the river next year if the nuisance is repeated. Son of a Gunn.--Teacher (to new scholar)--"What is your name, sonny?" Boy--"Gunn." "Give me your full name." "John G. Gunn." "What is the G. for?" "Getyer." "What do you mean by that?" Well, all the boys call me 'Johnny Getyer Gunn,' anyhow." Close Call.--May--"Charlie, you must be careful and not expose yourself. You were out in the rain last night." Charlie--"No, I wasn't. What made you think so?" May--Why, pap came home and said he met you coming from the lodge, and that you were thoroughly soaked. Chicago girl--"Oh, auntie, we've just been out shooting at the target. Great sport, I tell you." Boston girl --"Yes, indeed; I fully coincide with Belinda although the diversion is somewhat arduous. I succeeded in perforating the bovine optic three times in succession." He Followed Instruction.--Irate wife --"John Hawkins, you were brought home on a shutter again last night. I want you to understund that this is to be the last time." John Hawkins--"Yes, Matilda." The next evening he made the boys promise to take him home in a wheelbarrow, as his wife objected to shutters. A rather amusing incident occurred during the Yale game. One of our rushers had been kicked in the head by a Yale player as he lay on the ground. On rising he expostulated with his adversary, who, advancing his lower jaw with that peculiar Yale accent, replied: "Ah--wot d'ye 'tink yer playin' Checkers?"

A Record of Remarkable Adventures and Discoveries. BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.

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Allan Quatermain, chaffing under the restraint of civilization and in the death of his son Harry being lonely and disconsolate without kith or kin [illegible] to make another trip into Africa. He had heard vaguely of a distant part of Africa being peopled with a strange white race, and he proposed if possible discover the truth or falsity of the report. He broached the subject to his old friends and as-

sociate adventurers in Kukuanaland--Sir Henry Curtis and Captain John Good,--who, themselves

wearied of their situation, eagerly join in the expedition. Thereupon the party embark for their new field of adventure. They soon reached [illegible]

and with the aid of the consul complete arrangements

with a party of Nakai Askai to transport their goods. This party was loth to make the trip, but

was induced to do so by the demands and threats of [illegible], a desposed Zulu chife, whom Quatermain had known in other adventures. Ten days after leaving [illegible]ama the party found themselves on the Tana river. At Chara they had a quarrel with the headsman of the bearers, who wanted to extort extra payment. As the result he threatened to set the Masai on them. The party embarked on the river in canoes. At night they deemed it unsafe to camp on shore, and therefore anchored in midstream. At a late hour, Quatermain, being awake, felt the boat move. Soon a hand was thrust in the canoe, and one of the Wakwa[illegible] was stabbed to the heart. He uttered a piercing yell and Quatermain, grasping

[illegible]'s battle-ax, struck a terrific blow at the hand and severed it from the arm, the hand falling into the boat. Dark objects were then soon moving toward the shore, and it became known that the Masai had conspired to murder them as they slept. The warning was in time, and their lives were saved. The party resumed its travels,and,after many hours of arduous labor they reached the mission stationThey received a hearty welcome. The station was located on an [illegible] overlooking the river, and was surrounded by a high stone wall, with a ditch on the outer side filled with water. There were a garden and many beautiful cultivated flowers within the enclosure. The mission consisted of Mr. Mackenzie, his wife, little daughter, Flossie, a French cook, Alphonse and several natives. Here Quatermain received further information of the unknown white race they were seeking. It is feared the Masai will attack the travelers here. Flossie determines to obtain for Quatermain a specimen of the 'Goya' lily, one of the largest and most beautiful flowers known. Alphonse tells the story of his life--of the heroic blood of his grandfather which does not course thro his veins; of his love for his Annette. Drawn for conscription, he hunts for glory on the bloody battlefield; sati[illegible] while in barracks. Places his Annette under protection of his cousin. He is ordered to Ton-. [illegible]. Does not want to be ripped open. Deserts. Flies to his Annette. Finds himself supplanted by his cousin. Strikes and kills his cousin. Flees. Now finds himself in Africa. Flossie with two or three attendants, goes after a Goya lily. Party at mission in great distress over her failure to return. While sitting on the veranda, after dark, a human heart falls at the feet of Quatermain. It proves to be the head of one of Flossie's attendants. A hearald soon after knocks for admittance. Announces the

capture of Flossie by a party of two hundred and

fifty the

his

not perm

to consider the important matter. It is reluctantly granted. A note surreptitiously received in Flossie's basket, demand that the exchange be not made, and says that if she can find no way of rescue, she will shoot herself. [illegible] promises to tear the masai dog limb from limb. They prepare and wait. The reader will be enabled by this synopsis to enjoy the remarkable story that follows: CHAPTER VII. A SLAUGHTER GRIM AND GREAT. THEN came a pause, and we stood

there in the chilly silent darkness waiting till the moment came to start. It was perhaps, the most trying time of all--that slow, slow quarter of an hour. The minutes seemed to drag along with leaden feet, and the quiet, the solemn hush, that brooded over all--big, as it were, with a coming fate, was most oppressive to the spirits. I once remember having to getup before dawn to see a man hanged, and I then went through a very similar set of sensations, only in the present instance my feelings were animated by that more vivid and personal element which naturally appertains rather to the person to be operated on than to the most sympathetic spectator. The solemn faces of the men, well aware that the short passage of an hour would mean for some, and perhaps all of them, the last, great [illegible]ge to the unknown or oblivion; [illegible]ed whispers in which they [illegible] even Sir Henry's thoughtful examination of his wood-cutter's ax and the figdety way in which Good kept polishing his eyeglass, all told the same nerves stretched pretty nigh to breaking point. Only Umslopogaas, leaning as usual upon Inkosikaas and taking an occasional pinch of snuff, was to all appearance perfectly and completely unmoved, nothing could touch his iron nerves. The moon went down, for a long while she had been getting nearer to the horizon, now she finally sunk and left the world in darkness save for a faint gray tinge in the eastern sky that palely heralded the coming dawn. Mr. Mackenzie stood, watch in hand, his-wife clinging to his arm and striving to stifle her sobs. "Twenty minutes to four," he said, "it ought to be light enough to attack at twenty minutes past four. Captain Good had better be moving, he will want three or four minutes start." Good gave one final polish to his eyeglass, nodded to us in a jocular sort of way--which I could not help feeling it must have cost him some-

An Eye to Business. Most young men have felt a longing to be independent and have formed visionary ideas of what they'd do if fortune should drop into their hands; but a Portland youth has hit upon a highly original way of asserting his good luck, should it come. "If I was left $100,000," said he, "I'd strick my boss for a rise in pay the next morning:." Lewiston Journal.

Tonsorial Item. Judge (who is bald-headed): "If half what the witnesses testify against you is true your conscience must be as black as yonr hair." Prisoner "If a man's conscience is regulated by his hair, then your honor hasn't got any conscience at all.--Texas Siftings.

thing to muster up--and, ever polite, took of his steel-lined cap to Mr. Mackenzie and started for his position at the head of the kraal, to reach which he had to make a detour by some paths known to the natives. Just then one of the boys came in and reported that everybody in the Masai camp, with the exception of the

two sentries who were walking up and down in front of the respective entrances, appeared to be fast asleep. Then the rest of us took the road. First came the guide, then Sir Henry, Umslopogaas, the Wakwafi Askari, and Mr. Mackenzie's two mission natives armed with long spears and shields. I followed immediately after with Alphonse and five natives all armed with guns, and Mr. Mackenzie brought up the rear with the six remaining natives. The cattle kraal where the Masai were camped lay at the foot of the hill on which the house stood, or, roughly speaking, about eight hundred yards from the Mission building. The first five hundred yards of this distance we traversed quietly indeed, but at a good pace; after that we crept on as silently as a leopard on his prey, gliding like ghosts from bush to bush and stone to stone. When I had gone a little way I chanced to look behind me, and saw the redoubtable Alphonse staggering along with white face and trembling knees, and his rifie, which was at full cock, pointed directly at the small of my back. Hav-

ing halted and carefully put the rifle

at "safety," we started again, and all went well till we were within one hun-

dred yards or so of the kraal, when his teeth began to chatter in the most ag-

gressive way.

"If you don't stop that I will kill you," I whispered, savagely; for the

idea of having all our lives sacrificed

to a tooth-chattering French cook was

too much for me. I began to fear that

he would betray us, and heartily

wished we had left him behind.

"But, monsieur, I can not help it,"

he answered; it is the cold."

Here was a dilemma, but fortunately

I devised a plan. In the pocket of the

coat I had on was a small piece of dirty

rag that I had used some time before

to clean a gun with. "Put this in

your mouth," I whispered again, giv-

ing him the rag; ''and if I hear anoth-

er sound you are a dead man." I knew that that would stifle the chatter of his

ivories. I must have looked as if I

meant what I said, for he instantly

obeyed me and continued his journey

with an oily corner of rag hanging

down his chin. Then we crept on again.

At last we were within fifty yards of

the kraal. Between us and it was an

open space of sloping grass with only

one mimosa bush and a couple of tussocks of a sort of thistle for cover. We

were still hidden in fairly thick bush.

It was beginning to grow light. The stars had paled and a kind of sickly

gleam played about the east and was reflected on the earth. We could see the outline of the kraal clearly enough and could also make out the faint glimmer of the dying embers of the Masai camp-fires. We halted and watched, for the sentry we knew was posted at the opening. Presently he appeared, a fine tall fellow, walking idly up and

down within five paces of the thornstopped entrance. We had hoped to

catch him napping, but it was not to

be. He seemed particularly wide awake. If we could not kill that man, and kill him silently, we were lost.

There we crouched and watched him. Presently Umslopogaas, who was a few paces ahead of me, turned and made a sign and the next second I saw him go down on his stomach like a snake, and taking an opportunity when the sentry's head was turned, begin to work his way through the grass without a sound. The unconscious sentry commenced to hum a little tune, and Umslopogaas cret on. He reached the shelter of the mimosa-bush unperceived and there waited, Still the sentry walked up and down. Presently he turned and looked over the wall into the camp. Instantly the human snake who was stalking him glided on ten yards and got behind one of the tussocks of the thistle-like plant, reaching it as the Elmoran turned again. As he turned, his eye fell upon this patch of thistles, and it seemed to strike him that it did not look quite right. He advanced a pace toward it, halted, yawned, stooped down, picked up a little pebble, and threw it at it. It hit Umslopogaas upon the head, luckily not upon the armor-shirt. Had it done so the clink would have betrayed us. Luckily, too, the shirt was browned and not bright steel, which would certainly have been detected. Apparently satisfied that there was nothing wrong, he then

tented himself with leaning on his

spear and standing gazing idly at the

tuft. For at least three minutes did

he stand thus, plunged apparently in

a gentle reverie, and there we lay in the last extremity of anxiety, expecting every moment that we should be discovered or that some untoward accident would happon. I could hear

Alphonse's teeth going like anything

on the oiled rag, and turning my head round made an awful face at him. But

I am bound to state that my own

heart was at much the same game as

the Frenchman's castanets, while the

perspiration was pouring from my

body, causing the wash-leather-lined shirt to stick to me unpleasantly, and altogether I was in the pitiable state known by school boys as a "blue funk." At last the ordeal came to an end. The sentry glanced at the east, and appeared to note with satisfaction that his period of duty was coming to an end--as indeed it was, once and for all--for he rubbed his hands and began to walk again briskly, to warm himself. The moment his back was turned the long black snake glided on again, and reached the other thistle tuft, which was within a couple of paces of his return beat. Back came the sentry and strolled right past the tuft, utterly unconscious of the presence that was crouching behind it. Had he looked down he could scarcely have failed to see, but he did not do so. He passed, and then his hidden enemy erected himself, and with outstretched hand followed in his tracks. A moment more, and just as the Elmoran was about to turn, the great Zulu made a spring, and in the growing light we could see the long lean hands close round the Masai's throat. Then followed a convulsive twining of the two dark bodies, and in another second I saw the Masai's head bent back, and heard a sharp crack, something like that of a dry twig snapping, and he fell down upon the ground, his limbs moving spasmodically. Umslopogaas had put out all his iron strength and broken the warrior's neck. For a moment he knelt upon his victim, still gripping his throat till he was sure that there was nothing more to fear from him, and then he rose and beckoned to us to advance, which we did on all fours, like a colony of huge apes. On reaching the kraal we saw that the Masai had still further choked this entrance, which was about ten feet wide--no doubt in order to guard against attack--by dragging four or five tops of mimosa trees up to it. So much the better for us, I reflected; the more obstruction there was the slower

would they be able to come through.

Here we separated; Mackenzie and his party creeping up under the shadow

of the wall to the left, while Sir Henry

and Umslopogaas took their stations

one on each side of the thorn fence, the two spearmen and the Askari lying down in front of it. I and my men crept on up the right side of the kraal,

which was about fifty paces long.

When I was two-thirds up I halted,

and placed my men at distances of four

paces from one another, keeping Al-

phonse close to me, however. Then

I peeped for the first time over the wall. It was getting fairly light now,

and the first thing I saw was the white donkey, exactly opposite to me, and close by it I could make out little Flossie's pale face, sitting as the laf[illegible]

had described, some ten paces from

the wall. Round her lay many war-

riors, sleeping. At distances all over

the surface of the kraal were the remains of fires, round each of which

slept some five-and-twenty Masai, for the most part gorged with food. Now and then a man would raise himself, yawn, and look at the east, which had

now turned primrose, but none got up. I determined to wait another five minutes, both to allow the light to in-

crease, so that we could make better

shooting, and to give Good and his

party--of whom I could see or hear

nothing--every opportunity to make

ready.

The quiet dawn commenced to throw

her ever-widening mantle over plain and forest and river--mighty Kenia, wrapped in the silence of eternal snows, looked out across the earth--till presently a beam from the unrisen sun lit upon his heaven-kissing crest and purpled it like blood; the sky above grew blue and tender as a mother's smile; a bird began to pipe his morning song, and a little breeze passing through the bush shook down the dewdrops in millions to refresh the waking world. Everywhere was peace and the happiness of arising strength, everywhere save in the heart of cruel man ! Suddenly, just as I was nerving myself for the signal, having already selected my man on whom I meant to open fire--a great fellow sprawling on the ground within three feet of little Flossie--Alphonse's teeth began to chatter again like the hoofs of a galloping giraffe, making a great noise in the silence. His rag had dropped out in the agitation of his mind. Instantly a Masai within three paces of us woke, and, sitting up, gazed about him, looking for the cause of the sound. Moved beyond myself, I

brought the butt-end of my rifle down on to the pit of the Frenchman's stomach. This stopped his chattering; but as he doubled up, he managed to let off his gun in such a manner that the bullet passed within an inch of my head. There was no need for a signal now. From both sides of the kraal broke out a waving line of fire, in which I myself joined, managing with a snap shot to knock over my Masai by Flos-

sie just as he was jumping up. Then from the top of the end of the kraal there rang an awful yell, in which I rejoiced to recognize Good's piercing note rising clear and shrill above the din, and in another second followed such a scene as I have never seen before nor shall again. With a universal howl of terror and fury the brawny crowd of savages within the kraal sprung to their feet, many of them to fall again beneath our well-directed hail of lead before they had moved a yard. For a moment they stood undecided, and then hearing the cries and curses that rose unceasingly from the top end of the kraal, and bewildered by the storm of bullets, they as by one impulse rushed down toward the thornstopped entrance. As they went we kept pouring our fire with terrible effect into the thickening mob as fast as we could load. I had emptied my revolver of the ten shots it contained and was just beginning to slip in some more when I bethought me of little Flossie. Looking up, I saw that the white donkey was lying kicking, having been knocked over either by one of our bullets or a Masai sprear-thrust. There was no living Masai near, but the black nurse was on her feet and with a spear cutting the rope that

bound Flossie's feet. Next second she ran to the wall of the kraal and began to climb over it, and as she went two Masai flying down the kraal caught sight of her and rushed forward to kill her. The first fellow came up just as the little girl, after a desperate effort to climb the wall, fell back into the kraal. Up flashed the great spear, and as it did so a bullet from my rifle found its home in the holder's ribs, and over he went like a shot rabbit. But behind him was the other man, and, alas, I had only that one magazine! Flossie had scrambled to her feet and was facing the second man, who was advancing with raised spear. I turned my head aside and felt sick as death. I could not bear to see him stab her. Glancing up again, to my surprise I saw the Masai's spear lyiug on the ground, while the man himself was staggering about with both hands to his head. Suddenly I saw a puff of smoke, proceeding apparently from Flossie, and the man fell down headlong. Then I remembered the Derringer pistol she carried, and saw that she had fired both barrels of it at him, thereby saving her life. In another instant she had made an effort, and assisted by the nurse, who was lying on the top, had scrambled over the wall, and I knew that she was, comparatively speaking, safe. All this takes some time to tell, but I do not suppose that it took more than fifteen seconds to enact. I soon got the magazine of the repeater filled again with cartridges, and once more opened fire, not on the seething black mass which was gathering at the end of the kraal, but on fugitives who bethought them to climb the wall. I picked off several of these men, moving down toward the end of the kraal as I did so, and arriving at the corner, or rather the bend of the oval, in time to see and, by means of my rifle, to assist in the mighty struggle

that took place here.

By this time some some two hund-

red Masai--allowing that we had up

to the present time accounted for fifty --had gathered together in front of

the thorn-stopped entrance, driven

thither by the spears of Good's men,

whom they doubtless supposed were a large force instead of being but ten

strong. For some reason it never occurred to them to try and rush the wall, which they could have scrambled over with comparative ease; they all

made for the fence, which was really a

strongly interwoven fortification. With a bound the first warrior went at it,

and even before he touched the ground on the othe other side I saw Sir Hen-

ry's great ax swing up and fall with

awful force upon his feather head-

piece, and he sunk into the middle of

the thorns. Then with a yell and a crash they began to break through somehow, and ever as they came the

great ax swung and Inkosi-kaas flashed and they fell dead one by one, each man thus helping to build up a barrier

against his fellows. Those who es-

caped the axes of the pair fell at the hands of the Askari and the two Mission Kafirs, and those who passed scatheless from them were brought low by my own and Mackenzie's fire.

Faster and more furious grew the

fighting. Single Masai would spring upon the dead bodies of their comrades,

and engage one or other of the axmen

with their long spears; but, thanks chiefly to their mail shirts, the result

was always the same. Presently there was a great swing of the ax, a sound of crashing bones, and another dead Masai. That is, if the man was engaged with Sir Henry. If it was Umslopogaas that he fought with the result indeed would be the same but it would be differently attained. It was but rarely that the Zulu used the crashing double-handed stroke; on the contrary, he did little more than tap continually at his adversary's head, pecking at it with the pole-ax end of the ax as a woodpecker pecks at rotten wood. Presently a peck would go home, and his enemy would drop down with a neat little circular hole in his forehead or skull, exactly similar to that which a cheesescoop makes in a cheese. He never used the broad blade of the ax except when hard pressed, or when striking at a shield. He told me afterward that he did not consider it sportsman-

Good and his men were quite close by now, and our people had to cease firing into the mass for fear of killing some of them (as it was, one of them was slain in this way). Mad and desperate with fear, the Masai by a frantic effort burst through the thorn fence and piled-up dead, and, sweeping Curtis, Umslopogaas, and the other three before them, broke into the open. And now it was that we began to lose men fast. Down went our poor Askari who was armed with the ax, a great spear standing out a foot behind his back; and before long the two spearsmen who had stood with him went down, too, dying fighting like tigers; and others of our party shared their fate. For a moment I feared the light was lost--certainly it trembled in the balance. I shouted to my men to cast down their rifles, and to take spears and throw themselves into the melee. They obeyed, their blood being now thoroughly up, and Mr. Mackenzie's people followed their example. This move had a momentary good result, but still the fire hung in the balance. {To be continued next week}

IN CAPERNAUM. Dr. Talmage's Eloquent Words Again Heard in the Holy Land. He Talks About "The Stormy Passage" Across Lake Galilee and Draws Many a Moral to Adorn His Sermon--Inspiration from Rocks. Rev. T. De Witt Talmage preached in Capernaum last Sunday to a group of friends on the "Stormy Passage," taking for his text the verses of the gospcl following: John vi 17: "Entered into a ship, and went over the sea toward Capernaum;" and Mark iv 39: "And he arose and rebuked the wind and the sea." He said: Here in this seashore village was the temporary home of that Christ who for the most of his life was homeless. On the site of this village, now in ruins, and all around this lake, what scenes of kindness and power, and glory and pathos when our Lord lived here! It has been the wish of my life--I cannot say the hope, for I never expected the privilege--to stand on the banks of Galilee. What a solemnity and what a

rapture to be here! I can now understand the feeling of the immortal Scotchman, Robert McCheyne, when, sitting on the banks of this lake, he wrote: It is not that the wild gazelle Comes down to drink thy tide, But he that was pierced to save from hell Oft wandered by thy side. Graceful around thee the mountains meet, Thou calm reposing sea; But ah! far more, the beautiful feet Of Jesus walked o'er thee I ran now easily understand from the contour of the country that bounds this lake that storms were easily tempted to make these waters their playground. From the gentle way this lake treated our boat when we sailed on it yesterday, one would have thought it incapable of a paroxysm of rage, but it was quite different on both occasions spoken of in my two texts. I close my eyes, and the shore of Lake Galilee as it now is, with but little signs of human life, disappears, and there comes back to my vision the lake as it was in Christ's time. It lay in a scene of great luxuriance; the surrounding hills, terraced, sloped, grooved, so many hanging gardens of beauty. On the shore were castles, armed towers, Roman baths, everything attractive and beau-tiful--all styles of vegetation in shorter space than in almost any othor space in the world, from the palm tree of the forest to the trees of rigorous climate. It seemed as if the Lord had launched one wave of beauty on all the scene, and it hung and swung from rock and hill and oleander. Roman gentlemen in plcasure boats sailing this lake, and countrymen in fish smacks coming down to drop their nets, pass each other with nod and shout aud laughter, or swinging idly at their moorings. O, what a beautiful scene ! It seems as if we shall have a quiet night. Not a leaf winked in the air; not a ripple disturbed the face of Gennesaret; but there seems to be a little excitement up the beach, and we hasten to see what it is, and we find it an embarkation. From the western shore a flotilla pushing out; not a squadron, or deadly armament, nor clipper with valuable merchandise, nor piratic vessels ready to destroy everything they could seize, but a flotilla, bearing messengers of life and peace. Christ is in the front of the boat. His disciples are in a smaller boat. Jesus, weary with much speaking to large multitudes, is put into somnolence by the rocking of the waves. If there was any motion at all, the ship was easily righted; if the wind passed from starboard to larboard, or from larboard to starboard, the boat would rock, and by the gentleness of the motion putting the Master asleep. And they extemporized a pillow made out of a fisherman's coat. I think no sooner is Christ prostrate, and his head touched the pillow, than he is sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run their fingers through the locks of the worn sleeper, and the boat rises and falls like a sleeping child on the bosom of a sleeping mother. Calm night, starry night, beautiful night. Run up all the sails, ply all the oars, and let the large boat and the small boat glide over gentle Gennesaret. But the sailors say there is going to be a change of weather. And even the passengers can hear the moaning of the storm, as it comes on with great stride, and all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The large boat trembles like a deer at bay among the clangor of the hounds; great patches of foam are flung into the air; the sails of the vessel loosen, and the sharp winds crack like pistols; the smaller boats like petrels poise on the cliffs of the waves and then plunge. Overboard go cargo, tackling and masts, and the drenched disciples rush into the back part of the boat, and lay hold of Christ, and say unto him: "Master, carest thou not that we perish?" That great personage lifts his head from the pillow of the fisherman's coat, walks to the front of the vessel, and looks out into the storm. All around him are the smaller boats, driven in the tempest, and through it comes the cry of drowning men. By the flash of the lightning I see the calm brow of Christ as the spray dropped from his beard. He has one word for the sky and another for the waves. Looking upward he cries: "Peace!" Looking downward he says: "Be still!" The waves fall flat on their faces, the foam melts, the extinguished stars relight their torches. The tempest falls dead and Christ stands with his feet on the neck of the storm. And while the sailors are bailing out the boats, and while they are trying to untangle the cordage, the disciples stand in amazement, now looking into the calm sea, then into the calm sky, then into the calm Saviour's countenance, and they cry out: "What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him?" The subject in the first place impresses me with the fact that it is very important to have Christ in the ship; for all those boats would have gone to the bottom of the Gennesaret if Christ had not been present. Oh, what a lesson for you and for me to learn ! We must always have Christ in the ship. Whatever voyage we undertake, into whatever enterprise we start, let us always have Christ in the ship. All you can do with utmost tension of body, mind, and soul, you are bound to do; but oh! have Christ in every enterprise, Christ in every voyage. There are men who ask God's help at the beginning of great enterprises. He has been with them in the past; no trouble can overthrow them; the storms might come down from tho top of Mount Hermon, and lash Gennesaret into foam and into agony, but it could not hurt them. But here is another man who starts out in worldly enterprise, and he depends upon the uncertainties of this life. He has no God to help him. After a while the storm comes and tosses off the masts of the ship; he puts out his life boat and the long boat; the sheriff and the auctioneer try to help him off; he must go down--no Christ in the ship. Your life will be made up of sunshine and shadows. There may be in it Arctic blasts or tropical tornadoes; I know not what is before yon, but I know if you have Christ with you all shall be well. You may seem to get along without the religion of Christ while everything goes smoothly, but after awhile, when sorrow hovers over the soul, when the waves of trial dash clear over the hurricane deck, and the decks are crowded with piratical disasters--oh, what would you do then without Christ in the ship! Take God for your portion, God for your guide, God for your help; then all is well; all is well for time, all is well forever. Blessed is that man who puts in the Lord his trust. He shall never be confounded. But my subject also impresses me with the fact that when people start to follow Christ they must not expect smooth sailing. These diciples got into the small boats, and I have no doubt they said: "What a beautiful day this is! What a bright sky this is! How delightful is sailing in this boat. And as for the waves under the keel of the boat, why they only make the motion of our little boat the more delightful." But when the winds swept down and the sea was tossed into wrath, then they found that following Christ was not smooth sailing. So you have found it; so I have found it. Did you over notice the end of the life of the apostles of Jesus Christ? You would say, if ever men ought to have had a smooth life, a smooth departure, then those men, the disciples of Jesus Christ, ought to have had such a departure and such a life. St. James lost his head. St. Philip was hung to death on a pillar. St. Matthew had his life dashed out with a halbert. St. Mark was dragged to death through the streets. St. James the Less was beaten to death with a fuller's club. St. Thomas was struck through with a spear. They did not find following Christ smooth sailing. Oh, how they all tossed in the tempest! John Huss in the fire; Hugh Mc-

Kail in the hour of martyrdom; the Albigenses, the Waldenses, the Scotch Covenanters--did they find it smooth sailing? But why go into history when we can draw from our own memory illustrations of the truth of what I say? Some young man in store trying to serve God, while his employer scoffs at Christianity; the young men in the same store, antagonistic to the Christian religion, teasing him tormenting him about his religion, trying to get him mad. They succeeded in getting him mad, saying, "You're a pretty Christian!" Does that young man find it smooth sailing when he tries to follow Christ? Or you remember a Christian girl. Her father despises the Christian religion; her mother despises the Christian religion; her brothers aud sisters scoff at the Christian religion; she can hardly find a quiet place in which to say her prayers. Did she find it smooth sailing when she tried to follow Jesus Christ? Oh, no! All who would live the life of the Christian religion must suffer persecution; if you do not find it in one way, you will get it in another way. The question was asked : "Who are those who are nearest the throne?" And the answer came back: "These are they who came up out of great tribulation--great flailing, as the original has it; great flailing, great pound-ing--and had their robes washed and made white in the blood of the lamb." Oh, do not be disheartened! Take courage. You are in glorious companionship. God will see you through all trials and he will deliver you. My subject also impresses me with the fact that good people sometimes get very much frightened. But there are a great many good people who get affrighted in other respaets; they are affrighted in our day about revivals. They say: "Oh! this is a strong religious gale; we are afraid the church of God is going to be upset, and there are going to be a great many people brought into the church that are going to be of no use to it;" and they are affrighted whenever they see a revival taking hold of the churches. As though a ship captain, with five thousand bushels of wheat for a cargo, should say some day, coming upon deck: "Throw overboard all the cargo;" and the sailors should say: "Why, captain, what do you mean? Throw over all the cargo?" Oh," says the captain, "we have a peck of chaff that has got into this five thousand bushels of wheat, and the only way to get rid of the chaff is to throw all the wheat overboard." Now, that is a great deal wiser than the talk of a great many Christians who want to throw overboard all the thousands and tens of thousands of souls who are the subject of revivals. Throw all overboard because they are brought into the kingdom of God through great revivals, because there is a peck of chaff, a quart of chaff, a pint of chaff! I say, let them stay until the last day; the Lord' will divide the chaff from the wheat. Do not be afraid of a great revival. Oh, that such gales from heaven might sweep through all our churches! Oh, for such days as Richard Baxter saw in England, and Robert McCheyne saw in Dundee! Oh, for such days as Jonathan Edwards saw in Northampton! I have often heard my father tell of the fact that in the early part of this century a revival broke out at Somerville, N. J., and some people were very much agitated about it They said: "Oh. you are going to bring too many people into the church at once;" and they sent down to New Brunswick to get John Livingston to stop the revival. Well, there was no better soul in all the world than John Livingston. He went and looked at the revival; they wanted him to stop it. He stood in the pulpit on the Sabbath, and looked over the solemn auditory, and he said : "This, brethren, is in reality the work of God; beware how you try to stop it " And he was an old man, leaning heavily on his staff --a very old man. And he lifted that staff, and took hold of the small end of the staff, and began to let it fall slowly through between the finger aud the thumb, and he said: "Oh, thou impenitent, thou art falling now--falling from life, falling away from peace and heaven, falling as certainly as that cane is falling through my hand--falling certainly, though perhaps falling slowly!" And the cane kept on falling through John Livingston's hand. The religious emotion in the audience was overpowering, and men saw a type of their doom, as the cane kept falling and falling until the knob of the cane struck Mr. Livingston's hand, and he clapsed it stoutly and said : "But the grace of God can stop you as I stopped that cane;" and then there was gladness all through the house at the fact of pardon and peace and salvation. "Well," said the people after the service, . "I guess you had better send Livingston home; he is making the revival worse." Oh, for gales from heaven to sweep all the continents! The danger of the church of God is not in revivals. Again, my subject impressed me with the fact that Jesus was God and man in the same being. Here he is in the back part of the boat. Oh, how tired he looks; what sad dreams he must have! Look at his countenance; He must be thinking of the cross to come. Look at him, he is a man--bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep; he is a man. But then I find Christ at the prow of the boat; I hear him say : "Peace, be still; and I see the storm kneeling at his feet, and the tempests folding their wings in his presence; he is a God. If I have sorrow and trouble, and want sympathy, I go and kneel down at the back part of the boat and say: "Oh, Christ weary one of Gennesaret, sympathze with all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man of the cross." A man, a man. But if I want to get the victory over sin, death, and hell, I come to the front of the boat, and I kneel down, and I say: "Oh, Lord Jesus Christ, thou who dost hush the tempest, hush all my grief, hush all my temptation, hush all my sin!" A man, a man; a God, a God. I learn once more from this subject that Christ can hush a tempest. It did seem as if everything must go to ruin. The disciples had given up the idea of managing the ship; the crew were entirely demolished; yet Christ rises, and he puts his foot on the storm, and it crouches at his feet, Oh, yes! Christ can hush the tempest. You have had trouble. Perhaps it was the little child taken away from you the sweetest child of the household, the one who asked the most curious questions, and stood around you with the greatest fondness, and the spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an only son, and your heart has ever since been like a desolated castle, the owls of the night hootiug among the fallen arches and the crumbling stairways. Perhaps it was an aged mother. You always went to her with your troubles. She was in your home to welcome your children into life, and when they died she was thwre to pity you; that old hand will do you no more kindness; that white lock of hair you put away in the casket or in the locket didn't look as it usually did when she brushed it away from hwr wrinkled brow in the home circle or in the country church. Or your property gone, you said: "I have so much bank stock, I have so many government securities, I have so many houses, I have so many farms--all gone, all gone." Why, sir, all the storms that ever trampled with their thunders, all the shipwrecks, have not been worse than this to you. Yet you have not been completely overthrown. Why? Christ says: "I have that little one in my keoping. I can care for him as well as you can, better than you can, O bereaved mother!" Hushing the tempest. When your property went away, God said : "There are treasures in heaven, in banks that never break." Jesus hushing the tempest. There is one storm into which we will all have to run. The moment when we let go of this world and try to take hold of the next, we will want all the grace possible. Yonder I see a Christian soul rocking on the surg s of death; all the powers of darkness seem let out against that soul--the swirling wave, the thunder of the sky, the shriek of the wind, all seem to unite together; but that soul is not troubled; there is no sighing, there are no tears; plenty of tears in the room at the departure, but he weeps no tears--calm, satisfied and peaceful; all is well. By the flash of the storm you see the harbor just ahead, and you are making for that harbor. All shall be well, Jesus being our guide. Into the harbor of heaven now we glide; We're home at last, home at last. Softly we drift on the bright silv'ry tide, We're home at last. Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er, We stand secure on the glorified shore; Glory to God! we will shout evermore, We're home at last.

FOR HEALTH'S SAKE.

Amelia Edwards saya the earliest Egyptian painting antedate the Christian era

by 3,000 years.

Scientific Apparatus For Gymnastic Work in Physical Training. Some Old and Well-Tried Appliances and Some of the latest Inventions for Developing the Muscles--Many Kinds of Pulleys and Bars. "Now what shall I do to become strong?" asked a slim-built young dude, as he appeared in a faultless suit of gymnasium togs out on a glazed floor well covered with muscle-raising apparatus.

Every complete gymnasium should have, and every Chicago gymnasium has, a physical examiner whose business it is to make sure of the kind of material he is to handle by putting each applicant through a vigorous physical hauling over. This examination is made that the instructor may be able to direct the work of his pupils to aid in building up good forms and constitutions and to prevent the overwork of the weaker parts. There are hundreds of different kinds of gymnasium apparatus, and some of these pieces have a hundred different uses. All are compelled to begin with light exercise in very moderate doses. The pully-weights, dumb-bells and clubs are usually put in the hands of beginners. This one system of pulleys comprehends machines so numerous that they serve in exercising almost every muscle of the body. The system comprises chest machines, "back and loin machines, chest expanders and developers, neck and waist machines, and others that give the movement required in paddling and single-stick work. Another of these is the wrestling machine, a most ingenious contrivance. Its pulleys are so arranged, that the person using it is required to pull in some place, meets resistance in others, and, on the whole, meets nearly all the work he would find in trying to down a big, strong living opponent. Then there are double pulleys, the different kinds being known as bottom, top, side and corner "splits." Each of these machines calls out the hearty efforts of the person who operates it, and all of them are great muscle builders. The chest expander, as its name implies, increases the lateral dimensions of the chest, while the developer deepens it from front to back and makes a greater lung capacity. The different "splits" are used principally for the development of the muscles on the shoulders, chest and arms. The neck and head machine, a halter sort of an arrangement, is used to strengthen the muscles of the throat and neck. It is particularly effective in straightening up a pair of "round" shoulders and a cure for indigestion. The halter, which is fastened to the rope that pulls up the weights, is placed over the head; the person using the machine leans forward, and as he straightens back he meets the resistance of the weights, which he has to raise with the muscles of his neck.

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THE QUARTER CIRCLE. The traveling parallel is another machine which is constructed mainly on the pulley-weight plan. It is a new invention, adapting graduated weights to the parallel bars. Upon this machine can be executed a great many of the most valuable movements of the stationary parallel and without any danger of injury. The "dip" and all the other feats are possible, and there is no possibility of straining, as is sometimes the case where the pupil has to sustain his own weight. The traveling parellel is used to teach the movements of the machine it imitates before the pupil has acquired anygreat amount of strength. Rowing machines are about as numerous in gymnasiums as any other kind and are of a great benefit. They are furnished with sliding seats, and present all the movements that are required in actual rowing. The rowing machine strengthens the back and stomach, increases the capacity of the lungs and furnishes, more than anything else, a hearty, general exercise. The "quarter circle," a comparatively new piece of gymnasium apparatus, is rapidly growing into general use. It consists of a curved board attached to a pair of standards with pully-weight attachment. The board is now so made that the circle may be graduated for the accommodation of the person using it or for the amount of exertion he wishes to use. The use of the machine strengthens the shoulders, the small of the back and abdomen, and elevates and spreads the ribs. It affords most useful exercise and is recommended by physicians in straightening the spinal curvature. The use of all the different kinds of pulleys has a most healthful effect. They are inexpensive and occupy but little room and are quite as well adapted for the house as for the gymnasium.

THE ROWING MOVEMENT. The peristalt is a new piece of apparatus, which the originators say is equally well adapted for home and gymnasium use, and which is warranted to cure as many ills as any patent medicine. It has been given numerous tests in the best gymnasiums, and has been pronounced a great success. It seems to have been specially invented for fat men, as its objects are the cure of ills that fat men most complain of. The machine consists of a bunch of big round wooden balls which are fastened by a rod to a standard that is placed against a wall. Inside the rod is a spiral spring which works automatically. Any fat man who wishes to reduce his ponderous front has simply to lean against the group of balls when the spring contracts and, in so doing, turns the wooden balls on the fat man's stomach. The frequent use of this machine is sure to reduce any one with an overgrown stomach to his normal proportions and will relieve him of a great many other complaints besides. Parallel bars are among the most useful apparatus in a gymnasium. They afford movements to strengthen the muscles of almost every part of the body and permit the execution of a great many feats of daring. They are used a great deal in preparing for work on the horizontal bar, where ex-

ercise takes a secondary place to higher

gymnastic work. The parallels are built on several different styles and are

adjustable to height. They were first

used by the Germans and still afford the favorite exercise next to turning for that people. The vaulting horses also found their origin in German gymnasiums. They are valuable to athletes principally because of the many different kinds of exercise they furnish. They not only give one great strength, but teach a suppleness of both body and limbs. Different sorts of climbing apparatus are always to be found in a gymnasium. There are climbing poles, ropes and ladders of several kinds. Some of the ladders are built to a peak or pyramid, and others, among them the pompier or fire ladder, are strung up vertically. Chest bars; which are nothing more than a pair of poles put up vertically

about two feet apart, afford the best of

exercise for the back, shoulders and

chest The bicycle-trainer is an instrument that is now being greatly used. It has the regulation bicycle

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handle, and pedals, but is minus the wheels. It stands on a big iron base. It affords the best means for bicyclist to exercise their legs and lungs, and enables them to keep in training when the roads outside are knee-deep in snow. It is adjustable to any length of leg, and, by means of a brake, any amount of resistance can be secured. Striking bags of many different kinds are greatly used by boxers. They are put up either by a cord fastened both at the floor and ceiling or suspended by a cord from a platform. Either kind is lively enough to keep the striker on the move to save himself from a stinging rap in the face. Their use teaches alertness and accuracy of aim, and gives the proper exercise for boxers to the muscles most brought into use.

Intelligent Dogs.

A well known newspaper man living

in the upper part of the city is the owner of a pointer dog that answers to the name of Dash. Dash has never been broken for the field and is a family pet. He opens the doors and gates

without difficulty, and, under the

tutelage of the newspaper man's little

daughter, makes known by means of a set of wooden blocks his simple wants. When asked what he would like Dash selects the letters bo-n-e from the pile of blocks and lays them in regular sequeuce at the feet of the questioner. The question, "What do you hate?" spurs the dog to spell b-a-t-h. "Where would you like to go?" asks the dog's little mistress. O-u-t he instantly spells, and when she adds," "Where do you go sometimes that makes master very angry and gets you a whipping?"

he drops his ears and picks out the two

Another newspaper man living on

owner of a very intelligent water spaniel named Prentice. Recently Prentice was whipped by his master for some misdemeanor and ran yelling from the room. He took shelter with another newspaper man living on an upper floor and, when the latter petted him and expressed regret that he had been punished, Prentice immediately took up quarters with his champion and

now, whenever his old master, with

whom he was always on the best of

terms, approaches him, he snarls and

snaps and shows every token of dislike.

--Philadelphia Inquirerer. He Took Her. She was a maid of high degree,

And quite severely proper; Each man she met, so proud was she, Would love, despair, then drop her. But there remained without demur, When all the rest forsook her, An amateur photographer; And finally he took her.

Province of the Jester. Oh, would, among the millions

Complaining through the earth, More lips were slow to sighing, More lips were swift to mirth; For none hath better mission Than he of rugged breast,

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Helping a Sparrow Up.

In University place the other day, a boy picked up a sparrow which was unable to fly from having daubed its wings with fresh paint from some cornice. He was carrying it away in his hand when a poorly dressed man, who was warming his back in the autumn sun, held out his hand and asked for it. The bird was passed over, and the man

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'Peek!- peek!" ,ae if in gratitude; MW All right! All right!" replied the mau, with a wave of the hand. Peirw bans you'll do as much for me some

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ful productiveness of the golden lily " Lilium Auratum, Iindley Some yeara. ago an instance was recorded of one stalk, under cultivation; bearing no lew

than thirty-Jive flowers. This happen- '. ed at Pitlour, in Fifeshire, Scotland, -in . 1886. The record is quite -011110;

oy a plan t m tne garaen 01 a v rv , -. , . . residents at Karuizawa, which is r nowj - ;

bearing no fewer tnan niiy?seven

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flattens out, the buds hanging like keys -ona boaid. The upper extremity i cleft. Room is thus allowed for the re- ' markable luxuriance of flowering . jusfc ? ; described, in the Ear East of Sept, 16. 1872. it stated: r"This summer-'

there grew in the garden of Mr. G. C . 4 Pearson on the Bluff (No. Ill), Toko ; ". hama, two stems from one bulb. One;.. was a fair specimen of , the : ordinary flowering Of the plant, having eighteeu flowei's upon it; but the other, upon a ,4 s .ii broad flat stem about an inch and aV r half in width, but thin as a lath, had no less than sixty-three buds,, of which x ilitwtwo wore in full flower at one.

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