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ride back to your camp in the crater, and, leav-
ing our pack-animals, return by daWn to be on
hand to receive The Triplets, for that is the
name they go under.”

“A good plan, Mr. Cody; a good plan, in—
deed,” said the parson.

" Yas, Massa Buf’ler; it’s jist what sh’u’d be
did,” Toby rejoined.

Then the parson and Toby mounted the horses
captured from Room Key J ohnn and Iron
Grip, and all set 03 for the end of t e trail.

It was nearly sunset when they got to the
bank, where the trail ended by going into the
surging river, and here they halted, while all
set to work to make muffles for the hoofs of the
horses.

These were made from blankets. and then,
that there should be no brushing signs left by
the scraping of a hoof several blankets were put
along in a line, and upon these the horses were
led, the parson leading them in single file and
the scout and Toby keeping the blankets laid
ahead.

It was not very fast work, but they kept it up
for an hour or more, having made little oVer a
mile and come to some rocky soil where little
trace would be left.

This they passed over and ascended the moun-
tain by the regular deer~trail, the mufflers still
upon the boots of the horses, and at last the
mountain crater was reached.

The cavern, running back from the crater
side, in under the tower—like rocks, was amply
large enough to accommodate a regiment, and
the horses therefore had ample space, while the
numerous crevices gave light and air within.

In the smaller cave, which the hermit had
used as his home, the pack—saddles were laced,
and by the aid of the two lanterns of ohnny
and Iron Grip and another brought by Buffalo
Bill things were set in order, the stores were put
away upon rocky shelves, the ammunition was
safely disposed of, and there were blankets
enou h to give all a good bed.

“ 'Iith that good spring of water in the cra-
ter, the plenty of grass that there is on the
ridge, and the abundance of provisions and am-
munition we have, We could spend months here,
if need be, parson,” said Buffalo Bill.

” Yes; and I remain here until I'find my child
or death calls me away. ”

“ I’m with you, parson.”

“Count me in too, sah,” Toby added, while
the scout said:

“ Parson, I fell heir, by simply taking them,
to the rifle and arms of one of the men who
went from these mountains to Saw Dust City to
get a list of provisions and to set a force from
outside on me.

“ I had gone by the camp of Gold Bug Mine
and got a skilled workman there to weld the
Silver Circle on my wrist, as you see, and I was
passing off as one of the mysterious band, when
who 5 ould turn up but a rest member, one
Fanshaw.

“ He sought a quarrel and it ended in his
death-there is his Silver Circle, you see?

“ Well, his rifle and revolvers are first-class,
and I will turn them over to you, while those of
Iron Grip, who lies in his grave back on the
trail, Toby may have.

“ Now we’ll clean ’em all u , while Toby ets
supper, and after we have ha a few hours’s eep
we Will start for the trail, as I think my trailers
will be along early in the morning.”

This plan was carried out to the letter, and,
after kindling a good fire in the mouth of the
cave, to kee the wolves out of it and from at-
tacking the orses, the three mounted and rode
away in the early dawn. _

They reached the spot Buffalo Bill had in
view, for an ambusc’ade and making their selec-
tions of positions, sat down to eat their break-
fast, after which they indulged in cat-naps un-
til Buflalo Bill said, quietly:

“ My friends are coming, for I hear the echo
of their horses’ boots." . .

“ Yes, sah, and dare day is, and dare is four
of ’em,” said Toby. '

“Yes,” and putting his field-glass to his eye,
Buffalo Bill continu :

“ One is Hotel Johnny, whose life I have
twice spared.

“ He should beware of odd numbers.”

(To be continued—commenced in No. 184.)

MortimOr Monk,

THE

Hunchbackoyillionaire;

The Disguised Nobleman.

 

A Tale of Sen and Land Fifty Years Ago.

 

BY COL. E. Z. G. JUDSON,
(“ NED BUNTLINE.”)

 

CHAPTER XLV.

THE QUEEN OF THE SEA AND HER CRUISE—THE
END FOR POOR DE LORME.

CAPTAIN BARNACLE kept well in with the
coast, as he steered to the south, arguing in
his mind that McCord, in so small a craft, would
not go far from reach of a harbor if bad weath-
er rose. _

After he left the pilot-boat off Jersey, which
had told about seeing the yacht, he spoke a
good many vessels, but no one on them hap-
pened to have seen a schooner bearing a likeness
to the Zephyr. I

But Barnacle stood on, and going on the in-
side of Hatteras through theSwash Channel to
avoid the Gulf. headed as he had first intended,
for an offing outside of Charleston, still making
in uiry off of every little port for the white-,
hu led craft that carried his heart’s only hope.

But after she had been seen just above Cape
Mav no tidings could be obtained of her. Off
Cluirleston three pilot-boats were spoken—two
were cruising one way just out of port.

They were confident no such vessel had en-
tered the harbor, or been seen outside of it.

“ I am sorry we did not steer for Bermuda at
once.” said Barnacle. “ There is where we will
find Miss Cybele I”

“If she is not at the bottom of the ocean!”
said Mortiinor Monk, who had lost heart and
fallen into gloomy despondency.

The schooner was headed for Bermuda, now,
under all the sail she could carry with a fresh
and favoring wind. . .

Alva De Lorine was still kept alive by stimu-
lants, but he was slowly sinking away. Strange
to say, he did not give Cybele up as her own fa-
ther was doing. . .

“God is good,” he said, in a whisper, talking
to Barnacle. “ HE will not let me die till I have
seen her. I feel it here.” .

And he placed his thin, wasted hand over his
fain t-throbbing heart.

A day and a night on her course brought the
Queen of the Sea nearly to Bermuda, and the
next day, a clear and a glorious one even for
those nearly tropic seas, land was Sighted, and
the schooner headed for the anchorage used by
vessels of the larger class. '

A British threesdccker and two frigates lay
welloff—shore in safe anchorage, a part of the
British fleet in Southern waters.

Just after the Queen of the Sea rounded to
and dropped her anchor, a boat from the port
came off with a health officer on board, and to
the first inquiry made by Barnacle came the re-

‘X Such a yacht was here, landed ailady who is
at the hotel, and then went on a cruise.’

“ The hotel-is it far away? How can I get
there?” cried Mr. Monk, almost wild with ex-
citement. ' '

“ It is some ways up——-in Hamilton—you could
have gone up the channel, to anchor, much, fur-
ther, with] a pilot and been close at hand, said

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a fathom further! There she comes!” shouted
Barnacle, almost wild with joy.

And in a small skiff, rowed by two shiny ne-
groes, clad in snow—white garments, a contrast
to their skins dark as ebony, Cybele Monk,
lovely as a fairy, came alongside.

Springing on deck, she was in her father’s
outstretched arms in one second, literally be-
showered b the tears of joy which poured from
his e es as e kissed her again and again.

“ knew you would come to find me!” she ex-
claimed to Barnacle, a minute later, as she
pressed the hand of the brave, true-hearted
mariner. “ I have waited here three long,
weary days for you !”

Then turning again to her father. she asked:

“ How did you leave Cousin Alva?”

“ Alas, poor Alva—come and see!” was his
answer.

He took her by the hand and led her into the
cabin.

One glance at the wan face, the thin, wasted
figure on the cot and Cybele Monk knew that
another visitor besides herself stood by that
bedside. It was DEATH.

“ You have come, oh my love! I am content
—-I am so tired, but I had to wait!”

This he said in a quick, gasping whisper as
she knelt and bent above his white face—then
there was a flutter on his lips—a choking effort
to speak again—but he could not. A little
shiver, one longing look from his dark eyes,
and he was still.

The surgeon closed his eyes and said:

“ Be thankful, he can suffer no more. He has
been dying for a week!’ i

Cybele knelt beside the poor boy‘s body and
cried as if her heart would break. It had come
so suddenly upon her. She had not dreamed he
was in real danger on the night when she stole
out with her maid to meet Eliza McCord.

But the shedding of tears did'her good. The
floodgates of sorrow let 1003e, eased the weight
of the grief which bore her down.

After a time she became more composed, and
going out where Barnacle and her father stood
looking over the low green bills, the white
houses and the pretty fields in sight, joined
them.

To their eager inquiries as to how $18 had
fared, she responded tersely and truly.

She gave Tom McCord and Eliza full credit
for their 00d conduct, after she was alone with
them on t e sea, and how respectful and obedi-
ent they had been when she took the navigation
of the yacht into her own hands.

“ I was willing to come here,” she stated,
“ because I thought you would seek me here, as
you have l” ,

“ Not until we had run the whole length of
the coast to Charleston!” said the captain.
“ That was my fault. I did not believe McCord
would dare go off outside the Gulf in so small a
craft!”

“ He would not. It was I who laid the course
and navigated the yacht to Bermuda!” was the
response of Cybele.

She was proud of her nautical accomplish-
merits.

“ You angel 1”

“ Captain—you are irreverent. I am of earth
and earthly. Angels are supposed to dwell in
heaven.”

“Pardon me. I am so happy, that I believe
I am nearly insane. I will try not to offend
again.”

“ Where is Tom McCord and his daughter?”
asked Mortimor Monk, coming to the rescue of
both blushin parties. -

“Near at Land, where I can send for them
if you will forgive them, in father.”

“Send for them. I wo d reward them for
letting me know grief, that I might realize the
bliss of this hour. Send for them.” ‘

Cybele took a note-book from her pocket,
penciled a few words on a piece of paper, call—
ed to her boatmen and gave them the paper and
some orders in a low tone, which no one else
heard.

Entering their skiff they rowed through a
narrow channel to the north, and were lost
to view in a few moments.

“They will be here within an hour,”she told
her father. “ And I shall introduce McCord by
a name you will remember—not by his false
name linked with crime. He was once a faith-
ful servant on the estate where he, as well as
you was born.”

“ Strathmere l"

“ Yes—he has given me full proof of that, as
you will see ere ong. Oh, my father, were it
not for that cold form which is in the cabin, I
would not regret one thing that has happened.
When he whom you now know as McCord re—
veals his real name and other things he has told
me, you may well say you will forgive all the
past. I do not know all his story, but this I
have gathered. He was led into crime by bad
associates, and fled with them from England to
New York, with his daughter. There he con-
tinued in crime, and you know the result of
that.”

“ His real name, do you know it i”

“ If he speaks truth, yes ”

“ \Vhat is it?” ,

“ \\'hat was the name of the head game—
keeper in the Strathmere Forest?”

“ Egbert Sherwood—J remember the grim old
man well.”

“ He had a son—Hubert Sherwood?”

“ Ay—the under-keeper. A brave, reckless
lad. given to drink and gay companionship.”

“ Hubert Sherwood, who married Ella Mc-
Cool, in the great castle, and Tom McCord, are
one and the same.”

“ You amaze me. Ellen McCool was a favor-
ite in the castle—my mother‘s maid. She turn-
ed her off, because she married Sherwood, and
she bore a girl-child and died. Now I know
how McCord recognized me on that terrible
night. I have hunted with him many a day.”

CHAPTER XLVI.
RECONCILIATION AND NEWS.

“ LOOK! The yacht! Ah, how pretty she is
coming toward us, wing and wing, with a wall
of foam on either how.”

This exclamation came from the lips of Cap—
tain Barnacle, who was the first to see the
Zephyr as she swept toward the Queen, with the
skiff in tow and the two black boatmen grin-
ning on her deck. .

“ She does not look as if she had roughed it
for so many days on the sea with a scanty crew
to keep her in trim?” exclaimed Cybele, in an
interrogative tone.

“ She looks as nice as if she was just out of
dock,” was the response.

Eliza was at the helm—her father looked to
the halliards and sheets, assisted by the two
colored boatmen in Cybele’s employ.

\‘Vhen yet a cable's length away from the
schooner, the sails of the yacht were lowered
and stowed neatly, and yet under full steerage—
way the boat sped along, and with a deft turn
of the tiller, Eliza brought her around and fair-
ly alongside the larger schooner.

In a minute fastenings secured her there, and
then Eliza and her father stood on the quarter-
deck of the Queen, in the presence of the Hunch-
back Millionaire and his daughter.

“ Hubert Sherwood, your hand!” said the old
man—kindness in his look and tone. ‘.‘ I have
not forgotten when you struck down With your
broad hunting-blade the wounded stag which
had me under its feet in Strathmere Forest!”

“ My lord—you are too kind. Can you for-
give me and my erring girl L!” .

And the eyes of the old captain filled With
tears while he spoke.

“ Yes—the daughter of Ellen McCool can
never be held in hatred by a Strathmere 2”

And the hand of the millionaire was reached
out to Eliza. . _

“ Can you not now dispense with one thing
which doth not belong to you, my lord 2” asked
Sherwood. _

Respectfully he spoke, but either purposely,
or for some other reason no response came from
the millionaire. .

“ Have you given him the paper I confidedto
your care, Miss Cybele .4” asked the old captain.

“ No—I waited for you to be present to ex-
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She now handed her father the ori inal chal—
lenge written and signed by Lord ggleston,
and dropped by his opponent as he rushed to
meet him in battle.

Slowly, word by word, his eyes moist with
feeling, the father read it.

“I had that in my hand, my lord, when the
shriek of your young wife rung on the air and
you rushed to her side to catch her falling form.

felt I had no right to be there, and I stole
away. That night got into trouble and had to
flee, and years passed before I knew that you
also was .a disguised fugitive from your home,
your title and your legal rights I”

“ My rights .5’ What know you of them .3”

“ That you are the true and only Lord of
Strathmere, that the countess dowager, your
mother, very old, but true in her love for her
last and youngest-born son, now the only one,
yet [I res and hopes for your return!”

“ Lives! Are you sure?”

“ Ask him who floats the admiral’s flag on
that three—decker in the harbor. I saw him but
yesterday and he knew me, for he like you, has
hunted by my side in Strathmere I 'ood.”

“ His name 3”

“ Steph ‘Mowbray, Earl of Cottswold and
Admiral o the Blue in the Royal Navy. Is it
not time now, my lord, to throw off the hate-
ful disguise which mars a noble form?”

“ It is.” said the millionaire, and he went
alone into the cabin.

He was gone near half an‘hour. And then——
there appeared the same noble face, but no
hunchbacl'r’k was there. A form fully six feet
high, as straight and perfect as any living man
could boast, dressed elegantly with a knightly
decoration on the breast, came from the. cabin.

Advancing and clasping the hands of Cybele
within his own, this noble-looking being said:

“ Daughter, as I have cast down the ungainly
burden borne for long, weary years by 1 ORTI—
MOR MONK on his shoulders, so let that name
drop forever. Henceforth—under myown name
and in my own proper person, I will claim and
deserve thy love.”

"Father, no matter in what shape, loved and
loving, while I stand wonders-stricken, my heart
goes up to the vaults of Heaven in thanks for
the relief you must feel!”

“ Look! There comes the barge of the admi-
ral!” cried Hubert Sherwood, as we must now
know him. “ He is going to the town—may I
not hail him and call him on board l”

“ Ay. I would see if he remembers me,” was
the response.

The barge with its four—and-twenty oars, dou-
ble-banked, two rowers on a thwart, came on up
the harbor with the blue flag in the bow, and
springing into the skiff Hubert Sherwood rowed
out to meet it.

“ My lord admiral,” said he, an old man on
that American schooner has a very important
message which he will speak to you alone. He
bade me tell you so.”

“ Steer for the schooner,” said the admiral, to
the midshi man at the yoke of the barge.

Alongsi e the schooner, he rose to meet an ex-
tended hand which helped him to the deck of the
Queen of the Sea. And the admiral looked
searchineg in the noble face before him.

“ Can the dead return to life?” he gasped.
“ Strathmere in face and form!”

“ Ay, and in heart yet true to the friendship
of our earliest days at Eton l”

“ Strathmere—whom we mourned as dead,
alive? Break it softly to th mother, if she hath
not heard it, break it soft ,or she will die of
joy. ’Tis but a year since talked with her of
you and tears were in her eyes when she said
you were reported dead, but till she "saw your
grave she Would yet cherish hope l”

“ Come into my cabin, admiral I have a sad
face to sh0w you there, and then would have a
brief conference of explanation. But first, my
lord, take the hand of ybele, m daughter!”

“ Lady Cybele, the picture of t e loveliest wo-
man that ever graced the royal court of Eng-
land, 1 t you.” _

And t e admiral kissed the hand he touched.

Then the two old nobleman entered the cabin.
They were there nearly an hour. When they
came out Lord Strathmere said:

“ To-niorrow, aided by your chaplain, I will
burv myaneiphew on shore. The next day I sail
for Eng 11 .”

“ May heaven’s bright sun shine on every
league of the way!” responded the admiral, as
he bowed low to Cybele and reéntered his

bar e.

“EI‘Iubert Sherwood, bring all you have on
board the Queen of the Sea. You and your
daughter will go toEngland with us.”

“ And the yacht which I restore to the Lady
Cybele, what is to become of her?” asked the old
gamekeeper, when spoken to by Lord Strath-
mere.

“ I shall send her back to New York with Col—
lins and a couple more of men who can aid him
to take her home. She may be needed there by
and by. When Captain Barnacle takes my place
as senior partner of my house in that city he
may wish to go yachting once in a while.”

barnacle did not speak though he heard this.
The transformation, the opening up of mys-
teries undreamed of, all coming one upon the
other with panoramic rapidity had fairly mag-
netized hiin.

“ I seem as if in a dream!” he said, when he
stood alone with Cybele in the cabin of the
Zephyr. I

" I hope the dream is pleasant!” she said,
softly, as she laid the hand on whicl: his ring
glittered in his hot palm.

“ I fear to wake from it!” was his tremulous
response. “ As Cybele Monk, a merchant’s
daughter, I dared to look on you with eyes il-
lumined by the star of Hope. As the child of
one of England’s proud and wealthy peers, how
dare I, only an humble seaman—a poor Ameri-
can—how dare I, I repeat, think you can care
for me! I can love on hopelessly till I die—that
is all I see before me !”

“Captain Barnacle, I thought you were a
brave man ?”

“ “he says I am not?”

“ Yourself. If I am worth the winning, have
the courage to ask for me. No man but you
has my consent to do so.”

“ Angel. Oh, Cybele, this is more than I can
realize. I will fry to be worthy.”

“ You are worthy, or I won (1 not encourage
you in your bashful timidity. I have appreci-
ated your manhood and your worth from the
hour we met. My father likes you. He said,
as you yourself told me, that if I was found
through your efforts, he would grant any favor
you asked.”

“It is true.”

“Then boldly ask my hand at a proper time
and he will not say no.”

ti I “.ill.” .

Anc‘. the declaration was sealed—in the usual

wa '.

The next day, Alva De Lorme was buried
with imposing ceremony on a beautiful hill near
the harbor, and over his grave a weeping wil-
low casts its somber shade. Sincere mourners
laid his young form beneath the ever-green sod
of that lovely isle, and his memory is cherished
by those who knew him best and loved him
most.

The next day the Queen of the Sea cleared
for an En lish port, the nearest to Strathmere
Castle. 0 Zephyr, an hour later, cleared for
New York.

Our stor is coming to an end. A short glance
at a few 0 our characters and it will draw its
last breath.

While the Queen of the Sea was plowin her
way across the blue Atlantic toward the ug-
lish shore, bearing a glad and noble company, a
vessel, coming into Baltimore, from Bahia in
Brazil, brought the mere wreck of a man, men-
tal and physmal, on principles of charity.

That wreck was Ebenezer Wilkins; with mem-
ory impaired, unable to tell a connected story,
he reappeared in New York. As he was unfit
for duty, he was dropped from the rolls, and

 

* A hunchbaek was for years the favorite disguise
of one of the greatest detectives everknown in New
York. Assumed in only one house, his own, his
best friends did not penetrate it.

that was the last of him, so far as public life
was concerned.

A year went by and Captain Barnacle went
into the Custom-house to enter the schooner
Queen of the Sea, of which he was the captain
and owner, just back from England in ballast.

The collector saw him, and not knowing of
any change in his life said:

I“ Iou are here, I perceive. The man Wil—
gn'sns here, too, and says he was not a deser—

l‘ .

“I care not what he, or you, or any other
second—class politician has to say,” was the cool
rejoinder. f‘ As the senior member of the firm
of Barnacle, Munk & Munker, the son-in-law of
the wealthiest peer in England, the owner of
millions in hand and more to come—one, too,
who intends to go to \Vashipgton to basket your
official head in a few days, can afford to smile
at your insolcnce and pity your ill-breeding.”

The codector was squelched on the spot.

He stood a moment as if paralyzed and then
stammered:

“He must be crazy, or Iam!”

The conundrum was too much for him.

He made inquiry and found that Barnacle had
not stretched the truth.

THE END.

——.—___
Why the Scout was Delayed.

THE nerve, hardihood, and daring of the genu-
ine frontier scout was illustrated time after time
during General Custer’s Indian campaigns by a
favorite scout named Tom Reynolds. He had
been in the Indian country for ten or twelve
years before Custer attached him to his com-
mand, and he bore twenty-two scars of wounds
received from red-men. He was known to them
as “ The Snake,” and they both hated and re-
spected him. In one of his raids among the
strongholds to the south Custer sent Reynolds
back to Fort Laramie with dispatches. The
scout preferred to go alone, and the fact that the
country was alive with Indians was taken by
him as a matter of course. He left camp one
night soon after dark, mounted on a swift mule
and having a ride before him of sixty-five or
seventy miles. That was the last seen of him
for a week, when he rode into Laramie one day
and made his apologies for being detained on
the way.

Reynolds made only about fifteen miles the
first night where he had calculated on making
forty. On several occasions he narrowly
missed riding into bodies of Indians who
seemed to be scouting all over the country, and
up to midnight he had to move very slowly.
Just after that hour his mule was bitten by a
rattlesnake, and the scout turned into a grove
of cottonwoods on a little creek to care for him.
He had a small package of the Indian weed
used to extract the poison, and by daylight the
mule was better. It would be im ible to
move for several days, however, an he settled
down to pass the time in the grove. There
were Indian signs all about him, and the
chances were that he would not be left undis-
turbed many days. It was a small but dense
grove, and the scout and his mule were well
hidden from any one skirting the timber.

On the fifth day nine Indians were seen ap-
proaching the grove. They watered their p0-
nies at the edge of it, and then turned them
loose, built a fire and made preparations for
dinner. Reynolds had made his mule lie down
and then covered her with brush, while he re-
treated to the other side of the grove. The
red-skins were loaflng around for over an hour
before anything occurred. They were then
joined by twelve others, but as the new—comers
did not dismount, the scout was in hopes the
whole band would soon leave the locality. They
were evidently about to do so when Reynolds 3
mule got up and brayed, a thing he was never
know to do before or after in the face of dan-
ger. It was accounted for in this instance by
the fact that one of the Indians was mounted
on a horse which had been stolen from the cav—
alry, and the mule evidently recognized its
presence. The Indians at once raised an alarm,
and rushed into the rove. The mule was speed—
ily discovered and ed out, and five minutes
later the scout quietly surrendered and walked
among his captors with smiling face. He might
have held them at bay for a time, but the odds
were too great to hope for anything turning in
his favor.

Several of the Indians recognized Reynolds as
“ The Snake,” and there was great exultation
over his capture. An ordinary prisoner would
have been insulted and maltreated in the first
excitement,‘ but no indignity was offered the
scout. He was disarmed, ordered to mount his
mule, and the whole body moved to the east.
After traveling all the afternoon they reached
the north fork of the Platte and went into camp.
The scout could speak the Sioux dialect as well
as a member of the tribe,.and during the jour-
ney he kept up a running conversation with the
two sub-chiefs, leading them to believe that he
had had a personal quarrel with Custer and was
no longer in his service. He claimed that he was
on his way to purchase a trap er’s outfit and re—
turn to the mountains. “'hi e the Indians no
doubt kept a sharp eye on him, no one seemed
to do so. It was coming on dark as the band
reached. the creek, and Reynolds was in the
midst of them as they dismounted. He swung
himself down and seemed to be engaged in re-
moving the saddle, at the same time asking one
of the chiefs why they did not cross over and
get better grass Like a flash he suddenly
swung himself into the saddle. and like an ar—
row the inule darted away. Reynolds had to
pass six Indians and their horses before he was
clear of the camp, but such were his move—
ments that he was pistol-shot away before a
shout was uttered or a shot fired. Every In—
dian then mounted in pursuit, and the foremost
kept up a running fire until they were out of
ammunition.

The mule seemed inclined to make up for his
bad break in. the grove, and he drew ahead so
fast that at the end of a quarter of an hour
Reynolds turned sharply to the right. rode about
half a mile, and then man and mule hugged the
earth and let the Indians gallop ahead into the
darkness. The scout then returned to the stream,
crossed it, and took a bee line for Fort Laramie,
where he arrived next morning. Two arrows
struck his saddle, and six bullets chi ped his
clothing without drawing blood. I 'hen he
handed his dispatches to the commandant he
humbly exclaimed:

“Ought to hev bin here sooner, but a snake
bit Nancy and a band of reds gobbled me. Hope
the delay won’t make any trouble.”

 

 

 

Two highwa men recently stopped the Brit-
ish Colum ia xpress Compan ’s coach on the
Cache Creek route. They told, Driver Tate to
get down from the box; but he said that it
wasn’t safe to leave the horses. “ It’s a durned
sight safer than to sit there,” said one of the
robbers. “Get down.” He got down, and one
of the bandits stood in front of the team with
his rifle cocked and pointed at Tate, while the
other went through the treasure-bag, which
they robbed of its contents, with the exception
as the report says, “of one small package 0
$1,000, which they overlooked.”

THE Revue Scientifique announces the discov-
ery of a beetle christened (.‘ciifom'a durum,
which is to render unnecessary all the know-
ledge gained by Pasteur concerning the treat-
ment of rabies. A Russian naturalist, Alexan-
der Becker, is credited with having made known
the properties of this invaluable bug, and as be-
ing the authority for the statement that in
southern Russia it is the commonly recognized
and always efficient antidote for rabies. All
that is necessary for a person to do after hav-
ing been bitten by a mad dog is to eat a iece
of bread in whicha (,‘entonia aurata isenve oped
and he will be secured against hydrophobia.
The insect is said to be of a metallic green color,
with some white lines and spots upon it, and it
is represented as common among the flowers,
not only of southern Russia, but of nearly all

 

southern Europe.

 

Casual Mention.

 

A BEAUTIFUL white blacksnake has been cap-
tured near Jewell, Md. It 18 six feet long and
as white as milk.

CITIZENS of an Illinois town made a kite
seven feet long, and a few days ago sent it 2,000
feet into the air. A Windlass was rigged, and it
required the power of three men to draw the
kite back to em th again.

NOAH MYERS, of \Voodland, Cal., lost a val-
uable ring while fishing at Bartlett Springs last
year. He recently heard that a fisherman in the
mountains had found a ring inside of a trout.
Correspondence followed, and the result was
that Mr. Myers got back his ring quite un-
changed and the fisherman got a $10 bill.

AN Arkansas farmer writes that last year,
vhen ’coons made. havoc in his cornfield, he
went to the drug store to buy strychnine with
which to kill them. By mistake the druggist
gave him morphine, and the next morning he
found his field full of sleeping ’coons. He ad-
vises the use of morphine instead of strychnine.

THE revival of the eighteenth century man-
ners and customs is proceeding to an amusing
length in fashionable society. At Bath, which
is becoming once again the fashionable water-
ing-place, the Sedan chair is established as
quite an institution. At a ball given recently,
ladies attending were requested to come “ in
powder.”

A VIRGINIA CITY saloon-keeper, who was
making arrangements for a slugging-match in
that city, knocked out one of the clergymen of
the place in one round by calling on him and
asking the loan of a lot of chairs from the chapel
on which to seat the spectators at the fight. He
offered the preacher a free ticket for the use of
the chairs.

IN St. Petersburg a new article for gentle-
men, than which nothing could be more absurd,
has lately come into fashion. It consists of a
miniature windmill, which can be worn as a
breastpin. The sails are fitted with tiny bells
and are set in motion by means of a thin rub-
ber tube passing under the front waistcoat and
terminating in a hollow ball.

THREE years ago, after a tornado had devas-
tated the farm of a Georgia farmer, he found a
two-year—old boy among the shrubbery of his

arden. No one claiming the waif, the farmer

ept him and cared for him. Last summer the
farmer took the boy with him into Mississippi,
and then another tornado took the child, and he
has never been heard of since.

THERE is a cave about four miles from Hous-
ton, Texas, about 100 feet long, 60 feet broad,
and from 4 to 10 feet in hight where number-
less bats roost by day. It is said that there are
so many that it takes them nearly an hour to
get into the cave each morning, and in the rush
hundreds are killed. It is proposed to form a
company to collect and utilize bat-skins.

THREE years ago woodchucks became so
abundant and so destructive in La Porte
county, Indiana, that the authorities offered a
bounty of twenty cents for each woodchuck
scalp. The first year 2,875 scalps were present-
ed: the second, 5,640; the third, 7,371—8. total
of 15,886 scalps, on which was paid $3,177 .20.
Some men ma 9 a regular business of hunting
woodchucks.

THERE seems to be a conspiracy between two
hens, a horse, and the dog of a South Windham
farmer to deprive him of his rights in eggs.
One of the hens daily lays an egg in the dog-
house and the dog daily eats it. The other
hen lays her eg in the horse’s manger, and he
eats it. Indee , so fond is the steed of fresh
eggs that he sometimes lifts the hen off the
nest to see if the egg has been laid.

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