Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 A boy's heroic deeds
 A boy's adventure with a bush-...
 A boy's life saved by his faithful...
 A boy's battle with an eagle
 A desperate struggle with...
 A dog's devotion to his dead...
 A double encounter with bears
 A leopard hunt
 A murderer tried and convicted...
 A terrible tussle with a whale
 A thrilling adventure with...
 A Yankee's adventure with...
 Adventures of a runaway boy
 Afloat with a tiger
 Attacked by panthers, wolves and...
 An Indian's adventure with...
 Boys on the battle-field
 Charged by a rhinoceros
 Capturing a baby orang
 Chasing a whale
 Fiendish character of Indians...
 Hunting for sea-birds' eggs
 Destruction of the lion
 Hunting with an elephant
 How a hungry dog saved a Czar's...
 Ferocious audacity of wolves
 In pursuit of buffaloes
 Killing snakes
 Kindness appreciated by the king...
 Making a picnic of a tiger...
 Pursuing the "boomer"
 The brave fire-laddie
 The hunting leopard
 The Indian fugitive
 Travelers attacked by wolves
 The stowaway's trip across the...
 Two farmers fight with a leopa...
 Wrecked in the Arctic regions
 The smallest man
 President Lincoln's first...
 Great men as boys
 Back Cover

Group Title: Boys' book of adventures : a collection from authentic sources of exciting adventures, heroic deeds and self-denying acts of bravery
Title: Boys' book of adventures
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Title: Boys' book of adventures a collection from authentic sources of exciting adventures, heroic deeds and self-denying acts of bravery
Physical Description: 176 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Roe, E. T ( Editor )
Donohue, Henneberry & Co ( Publisher )
Donohue & Henneberry
Publisher: Donohue, Henneberry & Co., c1891
Place of Publication: Chicago
Manufacturer: Donohue & Henneberry, Printers and binders
Subject: Animals -- Anecdotes -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Short stories, American   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1891   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1891
Genre: Children's stories
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Statement of Responsibility: edited by E.T. Roe.
General Note: Contains fiction and non-fiction.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    A boy's heroic deeds
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    A boy's adventure with a bush-ranger
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    A boy's life saved by his faithful dog
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    A boy's battle with an eagle
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A desperate struggle with Indians
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    A dog's devotion to his dead master
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    A double encounter with bears
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    A leopard hunt
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    A murderer tried and convicted by a dog
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    A terrible tussle with a whale
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    A thrilling adventure with a wolf
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    A Yankee's adventure with pirates
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Adventures of a runaway boy
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Afloat with a tiger
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Attacked by panthers, wolves and Indians
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    An Indian's adventure with a stag
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    Boys on the battle-field
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Charged by a rhinoceros
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Capturing a baby orang
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Chasing a whale
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Fiendish character of Indians illustrated
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
    Hunting for sea-birds' eggs
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Destruction of the lion
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Hunting with an elephant
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
    How a hungry dog saved a Czar's life
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    Ferocious audacity of wolves
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    In pursuit of buffaloes
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Killing snakes
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    Kindness appreciated by the king of beasts
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Making a picnic of a tiger hunt
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
    Pursuing the "boomer"
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
    The brave fire-laddie
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
    The hunting leopard
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
    The Indian fugitive
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
    Travelers attacked by wolves
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
    The stowaway's trip across the ocean
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
    Two farmers fight with a leopard
        Page 165
    Wrecked in the Arctic regions
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
    The smallest man
        Page 171
        Page 172
    President Lincoln's first dollar
        Page 173
        Page 174
    Great men as boys
        Page 175
        Page 176
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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Exciting Adventures, Heroic Deeds and

Self-denying Acts of Bravery.

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Boys will be boys, the world over. It is natural for them to love
excitement-just as natural as it is for young lambs to skip and play.
As soon as a boy learns to read, his mind craves for exciting literature
- and gets it in some form or other. As the craving is a perfectly
natural one, it may be naturally satisfied, nature having abundantly
provided for this mental hunger of boys. If not naturally satisfied, it
will be -must be -unnaturally satisfied. In the absence of its
natural food, a boy's mind easily obtains and eagerly devours that
which is unnatural and unwholesome-ruinous alike to body, mind
and soul.
In the heroic deeds of men, and in the thrilling accounts regarding
wild beasts and their ways related by daring travelers and dauntless
hunters, is to be found the wholesome food intended by nature to
allay those cravings of the youthful mind, which, alas, too often are
satisfied by exciting revelations of deeds of vice and crime.
To indicate the source whence the natural, healthful food necessary
to appease the boyish appetite for exciting literature may be obtained,
and in part to supply it, has been the purpose of this undertaking.
If but one boy shall be turned, through its means, from the love of
the vile and false to the love of the pure and true in literature, not in
vain will have been the mission of the Boys' BOOK OF ADVENTURES.
E. T. R.

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A Boy's Heroic Deeds, .
A Boy's Adventure with a Bush-Ranger,
A Boy's Life Saved by his Faithful Dog,
A Boy's Battle With an Eagle,
A Desperate Struggle with Indians,
A Dog's Devotion to his Dead Master,
A Double Encounter with Bears,
A Leopard Hunt,
A Murderer Tried and Convicted by a Dog,
A Terrible Tussle with a Whale,
A Thrilling Adventure with a Wolf,
A Yankee's Adventure with Pirates,
Adventures of a Runaway Boy,
Afloat with a Tiger, .
Attacked by Panthers, Wolves and Indians,
An Indian's Adventure with a Stag,
Boys on the Battle-Field, .
Charged by a Rhinoceros, .
Capturing a Baby Orang,
Chasing a Whale,
Fiendish Character of Indians Illustrated,
Hunting for Sea-Birds' Eggs,
Destruction of the Lion,
Hunting with an Elephant,
How a Hungry Dog Saved a Czar's Life,
Ferocious Audacity of Wolves,
In Pursuit of Buffaloes,
Killing Snakes,
Kindness Appreciated by the King of Beasts,
Making a Picnic of a Tiger Hunt,
Pursuing the Boomer,"

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S. 124
S. 128


The Brave Fire-Laddie,
The Hunting Leopard,
The Indian Fugitive, .
Travelers Attacked by Wolves,
The Stowaway's Trip Across the Ocean,
Two Farmers Fight with a Leopard,
Wrecked in the Arctic Regions,
The Smallest Man, .
President Lincoln's First Dollar,
Great Men as Boys, .

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S 148
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S 165
S. 166
S. 171
1. 73




GP AY 31st, 1889, is a day that will long be remembered with
horror by the people in the beautiful valley of the Cone-
maugh, in Pennsylvania. On that date occurred the
terrible disaster which is known to the world and will be named in
history as the "Johnstown Flood."
For many days previous to that date it had been raining hard,
and great floods extended over a vast region of country in Pennsyl-
vania, New York and the District of Columbia. Never before had
there been such a fall of rain in that region within the memory of
the oldest inhabitant. The waters in the river and creeks of that
beautiful valley rose rapidly and overflowed their banks, while the
people looked on in wonder, but seemingly not in fear. Suddenly
there appeared to their wondering gaze a great bay horse galloping
at break-neck speed and bearing a rider who waved his hands to them
and cried: South Fork dam will burst. To the hills for your lives."
Only a few heeded his words of warning, while many mocked and
jeered. On dashed the rider to warn still others of the impending
danger, and, alas, to be himself and horse dashed to death by the mas-
sive timbers of a falling bridge. South Fork dam did break, and the
mighty waters of Conemaugh Lake were hurled with resistless force
upon the doomed people of that beautiful valley. The terrible details
of the appalling disaster would fill several volumes larger than this. On
rushed the mighty waters, sweeping onward in their flood dwellings,
churches and buildings of every description, whether of wood, brick or
stone, until Johnstown %as reached and destroyed. The town was
literally lifted from its foundations. Thousands of men, women and


children were caught up and swirled away in the pitiless flood, and their
agonizing but vain appeals for help could be heard amidst the mighty
roar of the waters. Many acts of heroism were performed by brave
men and women-yes, and boys-in rescuing victims of the flood.
Onlyone of them concerns us here. Charles Hepenthal, a schoolboy,
seventeen years of age, who was on his way to Bellefonte from his
home at East Liberty, Pa., on the evening of the flood, stood quietly
among the passengers on the express train, as they crowded to view
the terrible havoc done by the flood. As the flood reached the
train, at Sang Hollow, a small frame house came pitching down
the mad tide, an eddy floated it in, near to the train, so close that
the wailing cries of an infant were heard, piercing their way through
the roar. Charles Hepenthal's heart was touched and his courage
was equal to the emergency. He determined to rescue that little
wailing waif from a watery grave. Strong men urged him to desist,
insisting that he would only sacrifice his own life for nothing-that
it was impossible for any one to survive in the surging waters. But
the boy was resolved. He cut the bell cord from the cars, tied it
fast to his body, and out into the whirling gulf he went; he gained
the house, secured the infant and returned through the maddened
waters with the rescued babe in his arms. A shout went up from the
passengers on the train. "Wait!" he cried; "there is still another
in the house, I must save her!" and, seizing a plank to use as a sup-
port, he plunged again into the surging waters. Ah! his struggle
this time was harder, for his precious load was heavy. In the floating
house on his first visit he found a little girl, apparently ten years old,
disrobed and kneeling beside her bed, on which lay the screaming
infant, praying to her Father in heaven to save her and her baby
brother from the fury of the flood. "God has heard my prayer," she
cried, as Charles entered the door. "Oh, save the baby, quick," and
then fainted away on the floor. When Charles had landed the babe


in safety and returned again for the girl, he found her still uncon-
scious on the floor, and the water was fast flowing in at the door. In
another minute she would have been drowned. But the brave boy's
inanly arms were soon around her, and with his precious load the
young hero fought his way back to land and was given three times
three cheers and a tiger" by the passengers of the day express.


IN the latter part of 1880, at a time when the Washington monu-
ment had reached a height of 160 feet, an adventurous and patriotic
cat ascended the interior of the shaft by means of the ropes and
tubing. When the workmen arrived at the upper landing the next
morning, and began to prepare for the day's work, pussy took fright
and, springing to the outer edge, took a "header" of 160 feet to the
hard earth below. In the descent which was watched closely by two
score of men, the cat spread herself out like a flying squirrel and
alighted on all fours. After turning over on the ground a few times
in a dazed manner, she prepared to leave the grounds and had gotten
almost beyond the shadow of the monument, when a dog belonging
to one of the workmen pounced upon her and killed her, she, of
course, not being in her best running trim, after performing such an
extraordinary feat. One of the men procured the body of the dead
feline, smoothed out her silky coat, and turned the remains over to a
representative of the Smithsonian Institution, who mounted the skin
and placed it under a glass case. The label on the case tells this
wonderful story in a few words: "This cat on September 23, 188o,
jumped from the top of Washington's monument and lived."

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'UT not your trust in strangers, or in chance acquaintances, is
a precept that has been too frequently disregarded, to the cost
of many a confiding youth. An interesting illustration of this
truth is related as occurring in Australia, soon after the discovery
of gold in that country.
As in all cases of newly-discovered gold-fields, an immediate rush
took place from all quarters to the diggings, and this was followed
shortly after by a perfect reign of terror, caused by bush-rangers, whose
daring outrages committed on persons going to or returning from the
diggings were of. daily occurrence. These were desperate men, and had
for their leader a tall, powerful fellow, known by the name of "Black
Dave," who seemed t6 bear a charmed life; for, though the military
scoured the bush in all directions, he had never been taken. He
seemed to have a perfect knowledge of the secret movements of those
he attacked, never interfering with any large or well-organized party
of travelers, but swooping down upon those who were foolhardy
enough to travel in bands of two or three. He also knew the bush
well, and moved about with amazing speed, appearing with his men first
in one place, then far away in another direction, robberywith violence
always following in his train. Black Dave, however, though of dark
complexion and very powerfully made, was not of forbidding appear-
ance, and, strange to say, was apparently a man of education and 4
On one occasion a young Englishman, named Sidney, eager for
adventure and excitement, had joined himself to a party of men all
proceeding to the gold fields. Sidney was a fine, handsome young

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fellow, fond of fun, but rash and daring, and soon became a great
favorite with his companions. He had a first-class revolver with him,
which, with other valuables and money, he kept carefully hidden on his
person, his other belongings being stowed away in one of the wagons.
When the party camped for the night, care was taken that it should
be in an open space, where a good lookout could be kept, to make
sure against any sudden surprise; but Black Dave did not seem to be
in the neighborhood, for several days and nights passed away in per-
fect quiet.
One evening, however, to their great surprise, soon after camping
for the night, they were suddenly joined" by a man, who walked out
of the thickest part of the bush, and announced his intention of pro-
ceeding with them to their destination, explaining that he was a perfect
stranger, making his way to the gold-fields, that he had ventured thus
far alone, but being now in the wildest part of the bush he had lost
heart, and determined to join the first party he met with. So taken by
surprise were all the party that they sat mutely staring at the stranger,
who had neither luggage nor provisions with him, nor anything to
indicate that he was bound on a long journey; but though somewhat
suspicious of the truth of his tale, they could not be so inhospitable
as to turn him out, especially as he was very civil, and offered to pay
for any food they might give him. They therefore did not refuse his
request, but determined at the same time to keep a strict watch on
their new friend, and await the progress of events. Meanwhile the
new-comer proved himself well informed and agreeable, took par-
ticular notice of Sidney, walked with him, talked with him, and told
him so many queer and amusing stories that the frank young English-
man formed quite an attachment to the stranger, assuring all his other
companions that he would trust "Godwin," as the stranger called him-
self, with untold gold.
But the others did not sympathize with this. One or two queer


things had been observed about the stranger: he was very fond of
detaching Sidney from the others and walking with him alone; it looked
suspicious (though Sidney could not see it); and, indeed, one or two
of them ventured to affirm that the mysterious man was Black Dave
himself. But if so, where were his men? and what object had he in
view? The fourth day after Godwin had joined the party, he asked
Sidney once more to take a walk with him, and the two wandered off
together into the bush. They had not gone very far when Godwin
began to talk about firearms, rifles and revolvers, their various makes
and merits. Suddenly turning to his companion he said, "You have
a revolver, surely?" "Yes," replied Sidney, innocently; "a very fine
one. I paid a big price for it in London, I can tell you."
"Let me look at it," replied the other, with ill-concealed eagerness;
"I do admire a fine weapon."
Sidney unbuckled his waistband and produced the revolver, which
he handed to Godwin without the slightest hesitation. The stranger
handled it carefully, observed that all its chambers were loaded, and
loudly commented upon its beauty. He then walked a few steps in
advance, and, turning round suddenly, presented the weapon full at
Sidney's head, calling out, in a commanding tone, "Stand!" his coun-
tenance so changed as scarcely to be recognized.
Then Sidney knew what was before him, probably death at the
hands of this ruffian, who was none other than Black Dave himself.
For a moment there was profound silence, as the two stood facing
each other, Sidney remembering with a pang that he was totally
"Well," said Godwin, at length, "You are the poorest fool I ever
saw in all my life! You are not worth shooting! But, look here,
empty your pockets, and be quick about it; aye, and take off that belt,
too, it seems well-lined and heavy. Give me every blessed shiner you
have, or I declare I will drop you where you stand."



With a throbbing heart and a quickened pulse, poor Sidney sur-
rendered his money and other valuables, which Godwin secured and
stowed away.
Now return to your friends," he called out, in a voice of thunder.
"Tell them that Black Dave only wanted a weapon and some spare
cash, and if they venture to pursue him, he and his men will give
them a warm reception." So saying, the villain turned on his heel and
strode away into the bush, leaving Sidney to return to his mates with
his dismal story. We need scarcely say that Black Dave was not
pursued. But it is some satisfaction to know that this man's evil
career was ended soon after this; he was shot dead in a skimish with
the military.


A PENNSBURG, PA., gentleman, whose barn was formerly overrun
with rats, is no longer troubled with them, and he used neither traps
nor dogs in driving them out. About a year ago he purchased a fox
somewhere in the west. The fox was given the freedom of the barn,
and in a short time after its arrival all the rats found it convenient to
depart, and none of them seemed to have believed it expedient to
return. Reynard catches rats after the manner of a terrier, and when
not engaged is frequently seen following his master about like a well-
behaved canine, to which he bears no little resemblance. He is per-
fectly tame, and goes about the streets of the town without being
molested by the dogs that roam around ready to attack any animal
not of their own tribe.

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ICOLAS MULLER was a German peasant boy, and he lived
alone with his grandmother in the village of K6nigstein. She
was very old and very deaf, and could earn no money her-
self, and all they had to live on was earned by Nicolas, who went to
Homburg three times a week to sell the vegetables which grew in
their garden.
It was ten miles from Konigstein to Homburg, and that was a
long walk for Nicolas, and for his faithful friend, Fritz, who always
accompanied him. Fritz was a large yellow-coated dog, with a dark
face and soft, sad, brown eyes. Nicolas would harness him up to
his cart of vegetables, and together they would make their trips to
Homburg. First, they went through the dark forest, with its rows
of straight pine-trees standing as regularly as soldiers on a parade;
and when the trees were left behind they had to traverse some three
miles of a white, dusty road, with hedgeless fields on each side. The
red roofs of Homburg and the Castle, rising high above them, were a
welcome sight to the tired travelers.
One afternoon in July, when the sun was still high and the weather
was very hot, he had sold all his goods earlier than usual, and by four
o'clock he was on his way back to Konigstein.
After they had left the white, dusty road, and were in the shade
of the trees, Nicolas told Fritz that he might rest a little ; and the dog
lay down and forgot even to snap at the flies, he was so hot and tired.
The boy had chosen a lovely place for the halt, and the breeze
soon blew away his tired feelings, and he .skipped and romped about,
quite forgetting that he had a seven miles' walk before him. There

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was a little ditch not more than a yard wide, and he amused himself
jumping backwards and forwards over this. But he did this once too
often, for hardly had he cleared it the third time than he caught his
foot in a bilberry bush, and fell into the stony ditch. He tried to get
up, but when he moved the pain was so great that (brave little man
though he was) he could not help crying out. No one heard him
but Fritz, and he ran up, dragging the lumbering cart after him. He
saw something was amiss but he did not know what to do, so he
licked his master's hand with his rough tongue, and looked the sorrow
which he could not speak.
"This is unlucky," said little Nicolas, and so far from home, too,
and such a lonely place, no one will pass by for hours, if then. But
you will stay with me, Fritz: we have often been hungry before."
Fritz sat down by Nicolas, evidently expecting the boy to get up;
and when he made no movement Fritz patted him gravely with his
paw, as if to warn him that it was getting late. I can't get up,
Fritz, I have hurt my foot: I cannot stand."
Again the gentle paw was raised, and the dog rubbed his head
against Nicolas' hand.
I don't know what you want, Fritz; we shall have to stop here all
But Fritz did not seem inclined to stop there all night. He gave
Nicolas a farewell paw and set off at a trot in the direction of Konig-
stein. In vain Nicolas called; Fritz did turn his head, but he did not
go back; rather he quickened his speed, and was soon out of sight.
If Nicolas shed some tears when the dog was gone, it was not
only from the pain in his foot.
Fritz had a great business to perform, and he, was quite too tull of
it to heed his master's voice. The cart was heavy, and the poor
fellow was tired, and hungry, and thirsty; but he got over the seven
long miles as quickly as his tired feet would carry him.



By six o'clock the little cart was rattling along the quiet street of
Fritz went straight to his own door and scratched loudly with his
paws, but could not make himself heard by Frau Muller.
Fritz at last grew tired of watching the handle of the door with
his wistful eyes, and seeing a villager pass he went to him and stood
before him wagging his tail.
Get out, you brute!" said the man, angrily; and Fritz slunk back
with a sad heart.
After a time Johann Humbert came up the street whistling, and
saw poor Fritz standing dejectedly at the door.
What is Nicolas thinking of," he said, to leave the dog in the
cart so long ?"
And then he came up and patted Fritz, who looked delighted and
licked his hands. Johann lifted the handle of the door and went in.
"Here is Fritz, Mother Muller, waiting for his supper. Where is
Nicolas all this time?"
But the old woman could not catch what he said, so he shouted in
her ear, Where is Nicolas?"
His words startled her, and she cried, "'Fritz come home without
little Nicolas ? The boy is hurt somewhere in the forest If I were
ten years younger I would run myself, Johann, but I'm old and can't
stir. Surely the dog will guide you to where my boy is. He is as
sensible as many a man."
Don't be unhappy; I will go and look for him, whether the dog
comes or no; but first I will unharness the poor fellow."
Fritz jumped about quite gaily when he was released from the
harness, and took hold of Johann's coat and tried gently to drag him
out of the house.
I will follow you, my boy, never fear," said Johann, "if only you
will take me straight."


Fritz looked up in Johann's eyes, and then set off at a sober pace
on the return journey, occasionally looking back at Johann, who
came striding after him.
Fritz led Johann by a very direct path, but before they reached
the place where he left Nicolas it was getting dark among the pies,
and the wind was making mournful music high up in the branches.
At last Fritz bounded forward with a bark of delight, and Johann
saw what seemed to him to be a bundle of rags lying in the path.
He soon found that it was Nicolas, but the poor boy was insensible
from pain and hunger. Johann got some water from the brook and
dashed it over him, while faithful Fritz never moved from his mas-
ter's side.
Nicolas opened his eyes after a while and sat up, and seeing Fritz
he remembered what had happened, and said:
Fritz, old boy, you won't leave me ?"
"That he won't," said Johann's cheerful voice; "and no more
will I until I have you safe at home. What has happened to you ?"
It's my leg," said Nicolas, sitting up and looking about him. I
can't stand on it, but I don't know what is the matter with it."
Johann soon found out that it was broken. I shall have to carry
you home. It's lucky you are not much of a weight."
He lifted Nicolas up very carefully, and carried him all the way
home, although he sometimes found him a heavy load up the hills.
It was a long time before Nicolas could go to Homburg again;
and though many years have passed away since the incident happened,
he has never ceased to gratefully remember the faithful dog that
saved his life.

HE who receives a good turn should never forget it: he who does
one should never remember it. CHARRON.

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(1HE white-headed eagle, commonly known as the American eagle,
SL is found in nearly all parts of temperate North America, from
whence it seldom wanders. It is a very powerful bird, and has been
known to attack and carry off young lambs, pigs and even small
A few years ago a desperate fight occurred between an eagle and
a boy in one of the pasture fields of the Soldiers' Orphans' Home, in
Green county, Ohio.
A boy whose name was Wallace Mead, and who was only fifteen
years of age, went out to look for some cattle, when he saw a large
eagle perched on a bough of a tree. He immediately turned and
began to run towards the Home; but the bird, giving chase, overtook
him and buried its talons in his leg. He managed to shake it off, but,
jumping on him, it bit him severely on the arm. The boy then faced
the fierce creature and boldly fought it with his fists. After a
struggle he managed to grasp it by the neck, and choked it to death.
The brave boy received many scratches and bites during his battle
with the eagle, and was so exhausted after his victory that he had to
be taken to a hospital.

AT Fort Augusta, in Jamaica, is shown the tomb of a negro who
in a great earthquake was swallowed up, and, apparently, buried alive
in a chasm which was opened under his feet. A moment. later
another convulsion threw him out on the surface again, undamaged
but for a few bruises, scratches and scare, and he lived for many years


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BOUT the middle of July, 1782, seven Wyandott Indians crossed
Sthe Ohio river a few miles above Wheeling, and committed
great depredations upon the southern shore, killing an old
man whom they found alone in his cabin, and spreading terror through-
out the neighborhood. Within a few hours after their retreat, eight
men assembled from different parts of the small settlement, and pur-
sued the enemy with great expedition. Among the most active and
efficient of the party, were two brothers, Adam and Andrew Poe.
They had not followed the trail far, before they became satisfied that
the depredators were led by Big Foot, a renowned chief of the
Wyandott tribe, who derived his name from the immense size of his
Adam Poe was overjoyed at the idea of measuring his strength
with that of so celebrated a chief, and urged the pursuit with a keen-
ness that soon brought him in the vicinity of the enemy. For the
last few miles, the trail had led them up the southern bank of the
Ohio, where the footprints in the sand were deep and obvious, but
when within a few hundred yards of the point at which the whites as
well as the Indians were in the habit of crossing, it suddenly diverged
from the stream, and stretched along a rocky ridge. Here Adam
halted, for a moment, and directed his brother and the other young
men to follow the trail with proper caution, while he himself still
adhered to the river path, which lay through a cluster of willows
directly to the point where he supposed the enemy to lie. Having
examined the priming of his gun, he crept cautiously through the
bushes until he had a view of the point of embarkation. Here lay

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two canoes, showing that the Indians were close at hand; he relaxed
nothing of his vigilance, and gaining a jutting cliff, which hung
immediately over the canoes, he peered cautiously over, and beheld
the object of his search. The gigantic Big Foot lay below him in
the shade of a willow, and was talking in a low, deep tone to another
warrior, who seemed a mere pigmy by his side. Adam cautiously
drew back and cocked his gun. The mark was fair--the distance
did not exceed twenty feet, and his aim was unerring. Raising his
rifle slowly and cautiously, he took a steady aim at Big Foot's breast,
and drew the trigger. His gun flashed. Both Indians sprang to
their feet with a deep interjection of surprise. Adam was too much
hampered by the bushes to retreat, and, setting his life upon a cast
of the die, he sprang over the bush which had sheltered him, and,
summoning all his powers, leaped boldly down the precipice upon the
breast of Big Foot with a shock that bore him to the earth.
At the moment of contact, Adam had thrown his right arm around
the neck of the smaller Indian, so that all three came to the earth at
once. At that moment a sharp firing was heard among the bushes
above, announcing that the other parties were engaged, but the trio
below were too busy to attend to anything but themselves. Big Foot
was for an instant stunned by the violence of the shock, and Adam
was enabled to keep them both down. But the exertion necessary
for that purpose was so great that he had no chance to use his knife.
Big Foot quickly recovered, and, without attempting to rise, wrapped
his long arms around Adam's body and pressed him to his breast
with the crushing force of a boa-constrictor.
Adam instantly relaxed his hold of the smaller Indian, who sprang
to his feet. Big Foot then ordered him to run for his tomahawk,
which lay within ten steps, and kill the white man while he held him
in his arms. Adam, seeing his danger, struggled manfully to extri-
cate himself from the folds of the giant, but in vain. The smaller


Indian approached with his uplifted tomahawk, but Adam watched
him closely, and as he was about to strike, gave him a kick so sudden
and violent, as to knock the tomahawk out of his hand and send him
staggering back into the water. But the smaller Indian again
approached, carefully avoiding Adam's heels, and making many
motions with his tomahawk, in order to deceive him as to the point
where the blow would fall.
Such was Adam's dexterity and vigilance, however, that he
managed to receive the tomahawk in a glancing direction upon the
left wrist, wounding him deeply but not disabling him. He now made
a sudden and desperate effort to free himself from the arms of the
giant, and succeeded. Instantly snatching up a rifle, for the Indian
could not venture to shoot for fear of hurting his companion, he shot
the smaller Indian through the body. But scarcely had he done so
when Big Foot arose, and, placing one hand upon his collar and the
other upon his hip, pitched him into the air, as he himself might have
pitched a child.
Adam fell upon his back at the edge of the water, but before his
antagonist could spring upon him he was again upon his feet, and,
stung with rage at the idea of being handled so easily, he attacked
his gigantic antagonist with a fury which for a time compensated for
inferiority of strength. It was now a fair fist fight between 'them,
for in the hurry of the struggle neither had an opportunity to draw
his knife. Adam's superior activity and experience as a pugilist gave
him great advantage. The Indian struck awkwardly, and finding
himself rapidly dropping to leeward he closed with his antagonist
and again hurled him to the ground. They quickly rolled into the
river, and the struggle continued with unabated fury, each attempting
to drown the other. The Indian being unused to such violent exer-
tion, and having been much injured by the first shock in his stomach,
was unable to exert the same powers which had given him such' a


superiority at first; and Adam, seizing him by the scalp-lock, put his
head under water and held it there until the faint struggles of the
Indian induced him to believe that he was drowned, when he relaxed
his hold and attempted to draw his knife. The Indian, however,
instantly regained his feet, and in his turn put his adversary under.
In the struggle, both were carried out in the current beyond
their depth, and each was compelled to let go his hold and swim for
his life. There was still one loaded rifle upon the shore, and dach
swam hard in order to reach it, but the Indian proved the more expert
swimmer, and Adam seeing that he should be too late turned and
swam out into the stream, intending to dive, and thus frustrate his
enemy's intention.
At this instant, Andrew, having learned that his brother was alone
in a struggle with two Indians, and in great danger, ran up hastily to
the bank above, in order to assist him. Another white man followed
him closely, and seeing Adam in the river covered with blood, and
swimming rapidly from shore, mistook him for an Indian and fired
upon him, wounding him dangerously in the shoulder.
Adam turned, and, seeing his brother, called loudly upon him to
"shoot the big Indian on shore." Andrew's gun, however, was
empty, having just been discharged. Fortunately, Big Foot had also
an empty gun, having seized the one with which Adam had shot the
Indian. The contest was now who should load first. Big Foot
poured in his powder first, and drawing his ramrod out of its sheath
in too great a hurry, threw it into the river, and while he ran to
recover it, Andrew gained an advantage. Still the Indian was but a
second too late, for his gun was at his shoulder, when Andrew's ball
entered his breast. The gun dropped from his hands and he fell for-
ward upon his face upon the very margin of the river. Andrew, now
alarmed for his brother, who was scarcely able to swim, threw down
his gun and rushed into the river and brought him ashore. Adam


Poe recovered of his wounds, and lived many years after his conflict;
but never forgot the tremendous hug which he sustained in the arms
of Big Foot.


IN 1853 a regiment was marching from Peshawur to Kopulvie, and
was accompanied by a train of elephants. It was the duty of the
mahout in charge of each elephant to prepare twenty chupatties, or
flat cakes made of coarse flour, for his charge. When the twenty
chupatties were ready, they were placed before the elephant, who,
during the process of counting, never attempted to touch one of them
until the full number was completed. On one occasion one of the
elephants had seized the opportunity of his mahout's attention being
distracted for a moment to steal and swallow one of the chupatties.
When the mahout, having finished the preparation, began to count
them out, he, of course, discovered the theft, and presented his charge
with nineteen in place of the usual number.
The elephant instantly appreciated the fact of there being one less
than he had a right to expect, and refused to touch them, expressing
his indignation by loud trumpetings. This brought the conductor of
the elephant line on the scene. Having heard the explanation of the
mahout, the conductor decided that the mahout was in fault for not
keeping a better lookout, and ordered him to provide the twentieth
cake at his own cost. When this was prepared and added to the pile,
the elephant at once accepted and ate them.
It is incredible that an elephant, sagacious as he is, should be able
to count up to twenty. At the same time it is difficult to find any
other explanation, except one which would imply the possession of a
still higher degree of intelligence, namely, the consciousness of his
own delinquency, and an expectation (justified by the result) of what
would follow when he called the conductor's attention by trumpeting.

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IN the virtues of fidelity and constancy the dog furnishes the
highest models for our admiration and gratitude. Numberless
are the instances where these faithful animals have been found,
even on fields of battle, lying by and guarding the bodies of their
dead masters. An incident is related where a dog's devotion to its
dead master resulted in the detection and punishment of his mur-
derers. When Pyrrhus, the king of Epeirus, was in Italy, whither
he had gone in the year 280 B. C. to assist the Tarentines in their
war against the Romans, he observed lying by the wayside the dead
body of a slave over which a dog was keeping guard. On being told
that the animal had been there for three days without food or water,
he ordered the body to be buried and the dog brought to him.
Having received some information that induced him to suspect that
some of his soldiers had murdered the slave, the king ordered that
all of his soldiers should be marched, in single file, before him, while
he kept the dog by his side to observe them as they passed along.
The dog lay quietly by the king's side for a while, when suddenly he
started up and attacked some of the soldiers with great fury. This
induced the king to believe that they were guilty of murdering the
dog's master, and he caused them to be arrested and charged with the
crime. Though there was but little other evidence than the actions
of the dog to convict them of the murder, the soldiers accused made
a full confession and were punished for their crime. Another instance
where a faithful dog caused the arrest and conviction of its master's
murderers occurred in Paris, in 1764. A farmer, who had been to
receive a sum of money, was waylaid, robbed, and murdered by

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two villains. The farmer's dog returned with all speed to the house
of the person who had paid the money, and expressed such amazing
anxiety that he would follow him, pulling him several times by the
sleeve and skirt of the coat, that at length the gentleman yielded to
his importunity. The dog led him to the field, a little from the road-
side, where the body lay. From thence the gentleman went to a
public house, in order to alarm the country. The moment he entered
(as the two villains were there drinking), the dog seized the murderer
by the throat, and the other made his escape. This man lay in prison
three months, during which time they visited him once a week with
the dog; and though they made him change his clothes with other
prisoners, and always stand in the midst of a crowd, yet did the
animal always find him out and fly at him.
On the day of trial, when the prisoner was at the bar, the dog
was let loose in the court-house, and, in the midst of some hundreds,
he found him out, though dressed entirely in new clothes, and would
have torn him to pieces had he been allowed; in consequence of which
the man was condemned, and at the place of execution he confessed
the crime.


THE keeper of the Bear Island light is the owner of an intelligent
dog. When a steamer passes the light it whistles its salute, and in
response the light-keeper rings his bell, or rather did ring before the
dog took the job out of his hands. Seeing that the passing of a boat
and the ringing of the bell were two things that went together, the
dog took it into his own hands-or mouth-to ring the bell, and
when a boat comes along, without waiting for her whistle, he seizes
the bell rope with his teeth and rings a vigorous salute.



( HE following dangerous adventure with bears occurred in the
vicinity of Tara-height, on the Madawaska River, a few years
ago. A trap had been set by one of the men named Jacob Harrison,
who, being out in search of a yoke of oxen on the evening in question,
saw a young bear fast in the trap, and three others close at hand in a
very angry mood, a fact which rendered it necessary for him to make
tracks immediately. On arriving at the farm, he gave the alarm, and,
seizing an old dragoon sabre, he was followed to the scene of action
by Mr. James Burke, armed with a gun, and the other man with an
ax. They proceeded direct to the trap, supplied with a rope, intend-
ing to take the young bear alive. It being a short time after dark,
objects could not be distinctly seen; but on approaching close to the
scene of action, a crushing among the leaves and dry branches, with
sundry other indications, warned them of the proximity of the old
animals. When within a few steps of the spot, a dark mass was seen
on the ground-a growl was heard- and the confined beast made a
furious leap on Jacob, who was in advance, catching him by the legs.
The infuriated animal inflicted a severe wound on his knee, upon
which he drew his sword and defended himself with great coolness.
Upon receiving several wounds from the sabre, the cub com-
menced to growl and cry in a frightful and peculiar manner, when the
old she-bear, attracted to the spot, rushed on the adventurous Har-
rison, and attacked him from behind with great ferocity. Jacob
turned upon the new foe, and wielded his trusty weapon with such
energy and success that in a short time he deprived her of her fore
paws by a lucky stroke, and completely disabled her, eventually, by a



desperate, cut across the neck, which divided the tendons and severed
.the spinal vertebrae. Having completed his conquest, he had ample
time to dispatch the imprisoned cub at leisure.
During the time this stirring and dangerous scene was occurring,
war was going on in equally bloody and vigorous style at a short
distance. Mr. Burke having discharged his gun at the other old
bear, only slightly wounded him; the enraged bruin sprang at him
with a furious howl. He was met with a blow from the but-end of
the fowling-piece. At the first stroke the stock flew in pieces, and the
next the heavy barrel was hurled a distance of twenty feet among
the underwood by a side blow from the dexterous paw of the bear.
Mr. Burke then retreated a few feet, and placed his back against a
large hemlock, followed the while closely by the bear, but, being
acquainted with the nature of the animal and his mode of attack, he
drew a large hunting knife from his belt, and, placing his arms by his
side, coolly awaited the onset.
The maddened brute approached, growling and gnashing his
teeth, and, with a savage spring, encircled the body of the hunter and
the tree in his iron grip. The next moment the flashing blade of the
knife tore his abdomen, and his smoking entrails rolled upon the
ground. At this exciting crisis of the struggle the other man, accom-
panied by the dog, came up in time to witness the triumphal close of
the conflict.
Two old bears and a cub were the fruits of this dangerous venture
-all extremely fat-the largest of which, it is computed, would
weigh upward of two hundred and fifty pounds. Mr. Burke received
no injury; Mr. Jacob Harrison, although torn severely, and having
three ribs broken, recovered under the care of an Indian doctor of
the Algonquin tribe.





(|HE leopard's power of climbing makes it a more insidious and
dangerous animal than a tiger, to man and beast. It is a
scourge to the villages of India where it takes up its abode. It slips
along without any noise, and will creep up to a veranda full of people
without anyone suspecting its presence.
An incident which occurred in one of these Indian villages, which
well illustrates the insidious nature of the leopard's attack, is related
as follows: A gentleman was sitting in an easy chair one evening
playing with a little fox terrier; he arose to go inside the house, plac-
ing the dog on the chair, and had just reached the door of the room
when there was a sudden rush behind him, the chair was overturned,
there was a half stifled yelp, and away bounded a large leopard over
the veranda railings with the dog in his mouth, and was clear away
in the darkness before anyone had time to snatch up one of the guns,
which are always kept loaded for such emergencies. The man was
lucky to have escaped the fate of the poor terrier, for the leopard is
no respecter of persons, and is not over scrupulous whether his victims
are beasts or men.
A traveler relates that once a monster leopard made a dash upon
a herd of beeves, and succeeded in carrying off a large ox; and loud
was the lament of the poor Hindoos that one of the sacred herd had
thus unceremoniously been assailed and slaughtered before their eyes.
A party of the Bengal native infantry, consisting of an officer and five
others, having been informed of the circumstance, followed in the
direction of the leopard's den determined, if possible, to punish him
for this and the many other depredations he had committed. Having


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come to an intervening ravine, they were about to cross it, when they
saw the object of their search on the opposite side. There he was,
lying in his lair, heedless of danger, and luxuriously feasting on the
carcass of his captive. It was the monster's last meal, however. The
party approached with stealthy steps, as near as they could without
crossing the defile. "Take your aim, fire !" cried the captain. They
did so, and four balls pierced the leopard, three in the neck and one
in a more dangerous place, through the brain. Startled by this
unpleasant salute, the animal rose, gazed with glaring eyes on its
enemies, at the same time pawing the earth in its pain and fury.
The sepoys were astonished that he did not roll lifeless at their
feet; but, instead of this, before they had time to reload, the creature,
after uttering a terrific cry, sprang across the ravine and seized one of
its assailants. It must have been, in some degree, weakened by its
wounds; but its strength was yet great, for the man seemed to have
no power of resistance to its attack. The leopard, having a hold of
the sepoy in its mouth, darted off in the direction of a jungle close at
hand, the other soldiers following up as-fast as they could, but not
daring to fire lest they injure their luckless comrade. Sometimes
they lost sight of the leopard and its bleeding burden; but the blood
marks on the grass or on the sand enabled them to regain the .trail,
and to carry on the pursuit. The animal at length came to a small
river; it hesitated for a little on the brink, and then leaped in, still
tenaciously retaining its prey. The stoppage thus occasioned enabled
the pursuers to gain ground, and, just after the leopard had emerged
from the river, and was shaking its skin free from the watery drops,
one of the party seized the auspicious moment, and fired. The beast
dropped its prey at once, howled furiously, and then fell dead. To
their great surprise and joy, the soldiers found that their comrade
was still alive, though he had fainted from fear and from weakness
occasioned by the loss of blood. He gradually recovered, and, under


the stimulating influence of a cup of brandy, was able to proceed
home with his comrades. The soldiers returned, sometime after, and
skinned the animal, carrying home its spotted covering for a trophy.


THE Alaska raven is a fine-looking bird, as large as a turkey, and
upon closer acquaintance a real handsome fellow. His coat is indeed
black, but of a black glossier and richer than silk and softer than
velvet, while in a semi-shade the feathers are tinged with that peculiar
color so often seen on well preserved blue-black bronze. It is very
funny to see these birds holding, as it were, a conclave. Ten or a
dozen alight on the ground and walk to the meeting place with a
stately, erect step, their every movement cool and assured. Then an
old bird steps gravely into the middle, and tne meeting begins with a
series of guttural and harsh croaks, which gradually swell in volume
until the entire lot of birds have joined in the debate. Along comes
a dog, and for him they scatter, resuming their positions when he
passes, until the meeting again terminates, and they fly off to the
beach and hills. These birds are seldom killed, unless it be by some
sailor in pure wantonness. If you examine the bills of these ravens
the peculiar construction is remarkable. They are a combination of
chisel, scissors, dagger and gimlet. The bill forms an important
factor in the raven's existence, for he has to dig on the beach for
clams, bore the hard shell by repeated chipping, and again, in pure
mischief, he will tear and break anything that his bright and unerring
eye lights upon.



ERHAPS every boy in America, who can read, knows some-
thing about a "trial by jury." But how many of them; we
wonder, know anything about a trial by battle? In olden
times it was generally believed, as God was always on the side of
right as against wrong, that, therefore, in a case of contest He
would always give the victory to the side whose cause was just and
right. Hence arose the custom of "trial by battle," where the
plaintiff and defendant were each armed with a cudgel or some
similar weapon, and required to determine their dispute by a duel,
the right always being adjudged to rest with the victor. A very
remarkable trial of this kind occurred during the reign of Louis VII.,
of France, where a dog was admitted as one of the parties to the
trial. An officer of the king's body-guard, named Montidier, while in
the Forest of Bondy, near Paris, accompanied by his greyhound, was
murdered and his body buried in the forest. Sometime after the
murdered officer's greyhound was seen to go into the forest, lay down
'on some newly turned earth and begin a most mournful howling.
The ground was dug up, and the body of the murdered officer dis-
covered. It was noticed that since the death of its master the dog
had taken a great dislike to a certain other officer of the guard,
named Macaire, springing upon him whenever it saw him, and on
one occasion would have choked him to death had it not been forcibly
taken off. Suspicion was thus aroused of Macaire's guilt of murder-
ing his fellow officer, and he was summoned before the king, who
required him to be brought face to face with the dog, when the
animal at once sprang at him. The king then charged Macaire with


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the murder, but the latter strenuously denied his guilt, and protested
that he was innocent of any share in the murder. The king, how-
ever, believed that the dog's actions were based upon his knowledge
of Macaire's guilt, and he decided that the matter should be deter-
mined by a "trial by battle between the man and the dog.
The king and his entire court assembled to witness the battle.
Macaire was armed with a formidable club, but the dog succeeded in
avoiding his blows, and, with a sudden spring, fastened on his throat
with so firm a hold that Macaire could not free himself, and finding
that he was being strangled he cried out that he was guilty, and im-
plored that the dog be taken off. With much difficulty the dog was
made to let go his hold, when Macaire made a full confession of the
crime and was taken away and executed. It is the only case recorded
where a murderer was duly tried and convicted by a dog


THE English sparrow has a mortal enemy in the common red-
headed woodpecker, who, though no giant among birds, is as big as
half a dozen English sparrows and not afraid of half a hundred. The
woodpecker's beak is so hard, and his head and neck are so powerful,
that in a single peck he can kill a sparrow, and the English birds
have become aware of his powers, and are very much afraid of him.
The appearance of a red-headed woodpecker will set a whole flock of
sparrows to flight, and the only time they will face him is when he
makes an onset on their nests. The eggs of the sparrows are not
larger than peas, and their young about the size of grubworms, and a
nestful of young sparrows is a dainty picnic for a woodpecker, which
he is careful not to overlook. The sparrows will fight, but they
can not drive him away.



NHE ship Ann Alexander, Captain J. S. Deblois, sailed from
New Bedford, Mass., June Ist, 1850, for a cruise in the South
Pacific for sperm whale. Having taken about five hundred barrels
of oil in the Atlantic, the ship proceeded on her voyage to the Pacific.
Nothing of unusual interest occurred until, when passing Cape Horn,
one of the men, named Jackson Walker, of Newport, N. H., was lost
overboard in a storm. Reaching the Pacific, she came up the coast
and stopped at Valdivia, on the coast of Chili, for fresh provisions,
and on the 3ist day of May, 1851, she called at Paita for the purpose
of shipping a man. The vessel proceeded on her return voyage to
the South Pacific.
On the 20th of August she reached what is known to all whalers
as the off-shore ground," in latitude five degrees fifty minutes south,
longitude one hundred and twenty degrees west. In the morning of
that day, at about nine o'clock, whales were discovered in the neigh-
borhood, and about noon, the same day, they succeeded in making
fast to one. Two boats had gone after the whales -the larboard
and the starboard, the former commanded by the first mate, the latter
by Captain Deblois. The whale which they had struck was har-
pooned by the larboard boat. After running some time, the whale
turned upon the boat, and, rushing at it with tremendous violence,
lifted open its enormous jaws, and, taking the boat in, actually crushed
it into fragments as small as a common chair! Captain Deblois
immediately struck for the scene of the disaster with the starboard
boat, and succeeded, against all expectation, in rescuing the whole of
the crew of the boat-nine in number.

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There was now eighteen men in the starboard boat, consisting of
the captain, the first mate and the crews of both boats. The frightful
disaster had been witnessed from the ship, and the waist boat was
called into readiness, and sent to their relief. The distance from ehe
ship was about six miles. As soon as the waist boat arrived the
crews were divided, and it was determined to pursue the same whale,
and make another attack upon him. Accordingly they separated,
and proceeded at some distance from each other, as is usual on such
occasions, after the whale. In a short time they came up to him, and
prepared to give him battle. The waist boat, commanded by the
first mate, was in advance. As soon as the whale perceived the
demonstration being made upon him, he turned his course suddenly,
and, making a tremendous dash at-this boat, seized it with his wide-
spread jaws, and crushed it to atoms, allowing the men barely time
to escape his vengeance, by throwing themselves into the ocean.
Captain Deblois, again seeing the perilous condition of his men,
at the risk of meeting the same fate, directed his boat to hasten to
their rescue, and in a short time succeeded in saving them all from a
death little less horrible than that from which they had twice so nar-
rowly escaped. He then ordered the boat to put for the ship as
speedily as possible; and no sooner had the order been given than
they discovered the monster of the deep making toward them with
his jaws widely extended. Fortunately, the monster came up and
passed them at a short distance. The boat then made her way to
the ship, and they all got on board in safety.
After reaching the ship a boat was dispatched for the oars of the
demolished boats, and it was determined to pursue the whale with
the ship. As soon as the boat returned with the oars, sail was set
and the ship proceeded after the whale. In a short time she over-
took him, and a lance was thrown into his head. The ship passed on
by him, and immediately after they discovered that the whale was


making for the ship. As he came up near her they hauled on the wind,
and suffered the monster to pass her. After he had fairly passed
they kept off to overtake and attack him again. When the ship
had reached within about fifty rods of him they discovered that the
whale had settled down deep below the surface of the water, and, as
it was near sundown, they concluded to give up the pursuit.
Captain Deblois was at this time standing in the night-heads on
the larboard bow, with lance in hand, ready to strike the monster a
deadly blow should he appear, the ship moving about five knots, when,
working on the side of the ship, he discovered the whale rushing
toward her at the rate of fifteen knots. In an instant the monster
struck the ship with tremendous violence, shaking her from stem to
stern. She shivered under the violence of the shock as if she had
struck upon a rock. Captain Deblois immediately descended into
the forecastle, and there, to his horror, discovered that the monster
had struck the ship two feet from the keel, abreast the foremast,
knocking a great hole entirely through the bottom. Springing to the
deck, he ordered the mate to cut away the anchors and get the cables
overboard, to keep the ship from sinking, as she had a large quantity
of pig iron on board. In doing this the mate succeeded in getting
only one anchor and one cable clear, the other having been fastened
around the foremast. The ship was then sinking rapidly. The
captain went to the cabin, where he found three feet of water; he,
however, succeeded in procuring a.chronometer, sextant and chart.
Reaching the decks, he ordered the boats to be cleared away, and
to get water and provisions, as the ship was keeling over. He again
descended to the cabin, but the water was rushing in so rapidly that
he could procure nothing. He then came upon deck, ordered all
hands into the boats, and was the last to leave the ship, which he .did
by throwing himself into the sea, and swimming to the nearest boat.
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They then pushed off some distance from the ship, expecting her to
sink in a very short time. Upon an examination of the stores they
had been able to save, he discovered that they had only twelve quarts
of water, and not a mouthful of provisions of any kind. The boats
contained eleven men each, and were leaky, and, night coming on, the
men were obliged to bail them all night to keep them from sinking.
Next day, at daylight, they returned to the ship, no one daring to
venture on board but the captain, their intention being to cut away
the masts, and fearful that the moment the masts were cut away that
the ship would go down. With a single hatchet the captain went on
board and cut away the mast, when the ship righted. The boats then
came up, and the men, by the sole aid of spades, cut away the chain
cable from around the foremast, which got the ship nearly on her keel.
The men then tied ropes around their bodies, got into the sea and
cut a hole through the decks to get out provisions. They could pro-
cure nothing but about five gallons of vinegar and twenty pounds of
wet bread.
On the 22d of August, at about five o'clock P. M., they had the
indescribable joy of seeing a ship in the distance. They made signal
and were soon answered, and in a short time they were reached by
the ship Nantucket, of Nantucket, Mass., Captain Gibbs, who took
them on board, and extended to them the greatest possible hospitality.
On the succeeding day Captain Gibbs went to the wreck of the
ill-fated Ann Alexander, for the purpose of trying to procure some-
thing; but, as the sea was rough, and the attempt considered
dangerous, he abandoned the project. The Nantucket then set sail
for Paita, where she arrived on the i5th of September, and where she
landed Captain Deblois and his men. Captain Deblois was kindly
received and hospitably entertained at Paita by Captain Bathurst, an
English gentleman residing there, and subsequently took passage on
board the schooner Providence, for Panama.



j|HE great gray wolf is a terror to man and beast in the lovely
S forest regions of Northern Europe, and many exciting stories
are told of their bold attacks upon the dwellers in the villages border-
ing on these forests. A thrilling adventure with one of these savage
beasts is related as occurring a few years ago on the borders of a
large forest in Russia. In a little out-lying village, a mere collection
of rough log huts, there lived a fair young girl, the only child of her :
parents, and the affianced bride of a peasant named Ivan, a man of
great strength and courage, and renowned as a hunter of the savage
gray wolf. One evening, shortly before the wedding was to have
taken place, the pretty Alesca, whose home was on the very edge of
the forest, had stepped out to visit a female neighbor and exhibit
some of her bridal finery. Alas! she never returned.
Beneath the fitful glimmer of the rising moon, a hasty search was
made by her alarmed friends, only to reveal the terrible fact that she
had been seized by a wolf, a few remnants of blood-stained clothing
being all that was left to witness to the tragedy which had taken
place. Immediately on the sad intelligence becoming known, six
men headed by Ivan, whose bearded face was convulsed with fury, set
off on the track of the destroyer, resolved on immediate vengeance.
They had but one gun among them, the rest of the men being armed
with clubs, hatchets, and short hunting knives. Tramp, tramp,
through the silent forest they went, under the -full splendor of the
winter moonlight. On, on, for miles, without sight or sound of
the lurking enemy, the men conversing together in under-tones, all
save Ivan, who held a little aloof, too much absorbed by grief to be
able to respond or even to listen to the kindly, though rough, sympa-



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thy of his neighbors. At length the moon became obscured, and the
hunters had to proceed with greater caution; but this did -not last
long. Again the moon shone out, again the branches of the leafless
forest were bathed in silvery light, and the men began once more to
quicken their steps. But where was Ivan? His companions, from
respect to his grief, had suffered him to fall a few paces behind, and
now he was gone! Dismay was on every face, for they knew, only
too well, the terrible risks of going astray in the forest in winter
time. Suddenly they heard a cry--a shrill, agonized, yet choking yell
-the cry of a man in some awful need; the next moment all were rush-
ing in the direction of the sound. Speedily they found Ivan grap-
pling with a great gray monster, whose yellow, murderous eyes were
glowing in the darkness, and his terrible teeth tearing at Ivan's sheep-
skin. The poor man had lingered too far behind his friends; he had
not heard the rustle of that stealthy tread, as the savage animal cun-
ningly followed his straying footsteps. At length, with a snarl it had
shot out from the dark thicket and fallen upon him; then Ivan, in his
agony, had uttered that cry which brought his friends to his aid-and
not a moment too soon. Ivan was completely exhausted; everything
was swimming before his eyes; a rushing, roaring sound was in his
ears, and he was just falling to the ground, when a fatal bullet was
buried in the monster's side, and his skull was shattered by blows
from more than one hatchet.
Ivan, though insensible when picked up, was scarcely even
wounded, his thick sheepskin cloak having saved him from the ter-
rible fangs of his adversary -perhaps the very monster that had
robbed him of his promised bride.

WHETHER a boy is from country or city, rich or poor, weak or
strong, talented or not, will and work are sure to win. Wishes fail,
but wills prevail. Labor is luck. WILBUP F. CRAFTS.

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HERE lived, not many years ago, on the eastern shore of Mt.
SDesert- a large island of the coast of Maine -an old fisherman
named Jedidiah Spinnet, who owned a schooner of some hundred
tons' burden, in which he, together with some four stout sons, was
wont to go, about once a year, to the Grand Banks, for the purpose
of catching codfish. The old man had five things, upon the peculiar
merits of which he loved to boast -his schoonre, Betsey Jenkins,"
and his four sons, who answered to the names, respectively, of Seth,
Andrew, John and Samuel. One morning a stranger called upon
Jedidiah to engage him to take to Havana some iron machinery
belonging to steam engines for sugar plantations. The terms were
soon agreed upon, and the old fisherman and his sons immediately
set about putting the machinery on board; that accomplished, they
set sail for Havana, with a fair wind, and for several days proceeded
on their course without any adventure of any kind. One morning,
however, a vessel was described off their starboard quarter, which,
after some hesitation, Jedidiah pronounced a pirate. There was not
much time allowed them for doubting, for the vessel soon saluted
them with a very persuasive whizzing of an eighteen-pound shot under
the stern.
"That means for us to heave to," remarked the old fisherman.
Then I guess we'd better do it, hadn't we ? said Seth.
"Of course."
Accordingly, the Betsey Jenkins was brought up into the wind,
and her main boom hauled over to windward.
Now, boys," said their father, as soon as the schooner came to a




stand, "all we can do is to be as cool as possible, and to trust to
fortune. There is no way to escape, that I can see now; but, per-
haps, if we are civil, they will take such stuff as they want, and let us
go. At any rate there is no use crying about it, for it can't be helped.
Now get your pistols, and see that they are surely loaded, and have
your knives ready, but be sure and hide them, so that the pirates
shall see no show of resistance."
In a few moments all the arms which the schooner afforded, with the
exception of one or two old muskets, were secured about the persons
of our Down Easters, and they quietly awaited the coming of the
One word more, boys," said Jedidiah, just as the pirate came
round under the stern.
Now watch every movement I make, and be ready to jump the
moment I speak."
As Captain Spinnet ceased speaking, the pirate luffed under the
fisherman's lee-quarter, and, in a moment more, the latter's deck was
graced with the presence of a dozen as savage-looking mortals as eyes
ever rested upon.
"Are you the captain of this vessel?" demanded the leader of the
boarders, as he approached Captain Spinnet.
"Yes, sir."
"What is your cargo?"
"Machinery for ingines."
Nothing else ?" asked the pirate, with a searching look.
At this moment, Captain Spinnet's eye caught what looked like a
sail off to the southward 'and eastward, but no sign betrayed the dis-
covery, and, while a brilliant idea shot through his mind, he hesitat-
ingly replied:
"Well, there is a leetle something else."
"Ha! and what is it ?"


"Why, sir, perhaps I had n't ought to tell," said Captain Spinnet,
counterfeiting the most extreme perturbation. "You see, 'twas
given to me as a sort of trust, an' wouldn'tt be right for me to give
up. You can take any thing else you please, for I s'pose I can't help
"You are an honest codger, at any rate," said the pirate; "but,
if you would live ten minutes longer, just tell me what you've got on
board, and exactly where it lays."
The sight of the cocked pistol brought the old fisherman to his
senses, as the pirate imagined, when Captain Spinnet, in a deprecating
tone, muttered, in reply:
"Don't kill me, sir; don't; I'll tell you all. We have got forty
thousand silver dollars nailed up -in boxes and stowed away under
some of the boxes just forward of the cabin bulkhead, but Mr. Defoe
didn't suspect that any body would have thought of looking for it
Perhaps so," chuckled the pirate, while his eyes sparkled with
delight. And then, turning to his own vessel, he ordered all but
three of his men to jump on board the Yankee.
In a few moments the pirates had taken off the hatches, and, in
their haste to get at the "silver dollars," they forgot all else; but not
so with Captain Spinnet; he had his wits at work, and no sooner had
the last of the villains disappeared below the hatchway than he
turned to his boys: "Now, boys, for our lives! Seth, you clap your
knife across the fore throat and peak halyards; and you, John, cut
the main. Be quick, now, an' the moment.you've done it, jump
aboard the pirate. Andrew and Sam, you cast off the pirate's grap-
plings, and then you jump-then we'llwalk into them three chaps
aboard the clipper. Now for if!" No sooner said than done. The
fore and main halyards were cut, and the two grapplings cast off at
the same instant, and, as the heavy gaffs came rattling down, our five


heroes leaped on board the pirate. The moment the clipper felt at
liberty, her head swung off, and, before the astonished buccaneers
could gain the decks of the fisherman, their own vessel was a cable's
length to leeward, sweeping gracefully away before the wind, while
the three men left in charge were easily secured.
Halloa, there!" shouted Captain Spinnet, as the luckless pirates
crowded around the lee gangway of their prize, "when you find them
silver dollars just let us know, will you ?"
Half a dozen pistol shots was all the answer he got from the pirates
but they did him no harm; and, crowding up all sail, he made for the
vessel he had discovered, which lay dead to leeward of him, and which
he made out to be a large ship. The clipper cut through the water
like a dolphin, and in a remarkably short space of time Spinnet
luffed up under the ship's stern, and explained all that had happened.
The ship proved to be an East Indiaman, bound for Charleston,
having, all told, thirty men on board, twenty of whom at once jumped
into the clipper and offered their services in helping to take the pirate.
Before dark Captain Spinnet was once more within hailing distance
of his own vessel, and raising a trumpet to his mouth he shouted:
"Schooner ahoy! Will you quietly surrender yourselves pris-
oners, if we come on board?"
"Come and try it!" returned the pirate captain, as he brandished
his cutlass above his head in a threatening manner, which seemed to
indicate that he would fight to the last.
But that was his last moment, for Seth was crouched below the
bulwarks taking deliberate aim along the barrel of a heavy rifle, and,
as the bloody villain was in the act of turning to his men, the sharp
crack of Seth's weapon rang its fatal death-peal, and the next moment
the captain fell back into the arms of his men with a brace of bullets
in his heart. Now," shouted Captain Spinnet, as he leveled the long
pivot gun and seized a lighted match, I'll give you just five minutes


to make up your minds in, and if you don't surrender I'll blow every
one of you into the other world."
The death of their captain and, withal, the sight of the pivot gun
-its peculiar properties they knew full well-brought the pirates to
their senses, and they threw down their weapons and agreed to give
themselves up.
In two days from that time Captain Spinnet delivered his cargo
safely in Havana, gave the pirates into the hands of the civil authori-
ties and delivered the clipper up to the government, in return for
Which he received a sum of money sufficient for an independence
during the remainder of his life, as well as a very handsome medal
from the government.


THE golden winged woodpecker, which the boys call the "yellow
hammer" and "wake-up" has a yellowish, polka-dotted breast, and
his wings are tipped with yellow quills.
As soon as he appears in spring, he begins to bore a large hole in
the decayed trunk of a tree for the reception of his mate's eight pearl-
white eggs, and in a short time these eggs open and disclose as many
gaping mouths.
This bird is a feathered simpleton. He never learns any lessons,
or profits by any experience.. He will nest again in a tree as con-
venient for the small boys as the one where his nest was robbed last
spring. When his brood is hatched and grown, they will all sit in a
row on a limb, so that the hunter, who has discovered their savory
qualities, has only to shoot once to bag the whole family.


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|HE following account of a runaway boy's adventures is literally
true, to the personal knowledge of the writer.
In a thriving little city on the banks of the Sangamon river in
Illinois there lived, several years ago, a well-to-do professional gentle-
man, with a wife and two sons, Paul and Charlie. Paul was twelve
years of age and Charlie ten. Both of the boys loved their home
very much, and were dearly loved and cared for by their parents.
The two boys attended a public school in their, neighborhood, and the
older boy, especially, was a favorite with his teachers and school-
mates. He was a faithful student, and frequently stood at the head
of his class. But notwithstanding his devotion to his studies, Paul,
like all other healthy boys, was fond of adventure, and enjoyed an
occasional romp in the woods and a ride on the water.
One bright autumn morning three of the older boys at the school
where Paul attended concluded to take advantage of the beautiful
day to go a-fishing, regardless of "whether school kept or not," and
they succeeded in persuading Paul to accompany them. Paul had
never played truant in his life, and the boys had some difficulty in
overcoming his scruples against doing that*which he believed, yes,
knew, to be wrong. But they finally succeeded in getting him to go.
That they had a glorious time goes without saying. They didn't catch
many fish, it is true, but they had a glorious time, just the same,
swimming in the river under the hot sun until their backs were blis-
tered, strolling along the banks, killing frogs, catching "crawfish,"
climbing trees and robbing birds' nests.
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homeward journey, Paul's mind was anything but easy. How could
he meet his father's eye again with the honest, frank look he had
always given him? As the question pressed upon his mind a lump
came into his throat in spite of his determination to keep up an
appearance of unconcern in the presence of his older companions.
He had never before looked forward to a meeting with his father with
any other than pleasant anticipations. Now he looked forward to it
with dread. Not that he thought that his father would severely
punish him. He feared not that, and would gladly have received the
severest of floggings then and there, if that could have settled it and
placed him back where he was before leaving home that morning.
But it was the idea of meeting his father's glances, from which he
imagined he could see had vanished that sympathetic gleam of con-
fidence with which he had always met him. He knew that Charlie
must have told his parents that he was not at school that day. What
could he do? If he could only postpone the meeting with his father
until morning! If he could but see his mother first! She always
looked on the bright side for him, and smoothed over all his little
faults. If he could only lay his head upon her lap and ask her to for-
give him, and have her first see father in his behalf then, he thought,
he could bear the meeting. Finally he planned a way to meet the
emergency. He would not go home until after dark, and then, when
all in the house were asleep, he would crawl in through the kitchen
window and slip up to his room undiscovered. This he decided to do.
But, alas! his plan was not to be carried out just as he arranged it.
Just before Paul parted with his companions, within a block of
his home, the oldest of them proposed another adventure, and as it
would postpone the time of the dreaded meeting with his father, Paul
finally adopted his companion's suggestion. That suggestion was that
they should all steal into their several homes and get such of their
clothes and other articles as might come handy on a tramp trip to the

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West, and then all meet at a certain designated point, from whence
they would start off together for the home of the buffalo."
All of the boys, however, excepting the oldest, Tom Jones by
name and Paul, backed out and abandoned the undertaking. Paul
succeeded in getting quietly in through the kitchen window, slipped
cautiously up to his room, where he saw his brother Charlie in his
little bed fast asleep, and after looking into his sweet boyish face until
the tears crowded into his eyes at the thought that he might never see
him again, he packed up what little articles he thought he might
need, including an old slouch hat that his father had thrown aside
and which Paul thought would be useful to give him the appearance
of being a cow-boy," tied them up in an old bandana handkerchief
and started out to find Tom Jones.
After getting as far as the kitchen his heart almost failed him as
he thought of how his mother would grieve over his disappearance.
And Charlie, too; how he would miss him Charlie had been such a
dear good brother, and had always looked to him as to one who knew
just what was the right thing to be done. He must go back and kiss
him once before he left him-perhaps forever. But on second
thought he decided it would not be safe. Charlie might wake, and
then all would be discovered. So he said to himself: I will write a
few lines to father and leave them here on the kitchen table, and
in the morning they will be found and read." And this is what he
"DEAR FATHER: I go west to-night with Tom Jones, taking
nothing with me but a few trifles of my own and the clothes on my
He had read something similar to this in a dime novel, Dare
Devil Dick," I believe it was called, which Tom Jones had loaned
him a few days before. Having written the note, he folded it care-
fully, addressed it to his father, placed it on the table, climbed out of



the window and was soon, with Tom Jones, well on his way to "the
They proceeded along a well-traveled road until they struck the
woods, and there Tom directed their course into a narrow wagon-way
that had been cut through the timber by wood-haulers. After pro-
ceeding about a mile into the woods they came to the river, on the
banks of which, near the road, stood a little log hut. Here," said
Tom, is the first station on our route, and here we will camp for the
It was then nearly midnight, and although the day had been warm
the night air seemed chilly, so they gathered some dry branches and
soon had a jolly, crackling camp-fire. Paul got out his old slouch hat,
and, placing it on his head, asked Tom if he didn't think he looked
like a cow-boy. Tom told him he thought he looked more like a
bandit than anything else he could think of, and Paul's face -all that
could be seen of it under the big hat-was aglow with smiles at the
suggestion. To Paul this first night out seemed wonderfully romantic.
The cheerful gleam and snap and sparkle of their camp-fire was just
too grand for anything," as Paul expressed himself to Tom
But after they had roasted some potatoes and toasted some cheese
which Tom had brought with him, and eaten all they wanted, they
began to feel decidedly sleepy, and somewhat tired, which was no
wonder, as they had taken two long walks that day. So it was not
very long after until both dropped off to sleep snug together in the
old log hut.
I need not go back to Paul's home and tell of the sadness that
reigned there. That can better'be imagined than told.
But something occurred in the city that night which brought Tom
and Paul's adventure to an abrupt termination. A robbery was com-
mitted in the city, and the police authorities of all the surrounding
towns were notified by telegraph to be on the lookout for the offenders.


An officer of a small town near where the boys were camping, having
been informed that a light had been seen late that night near the old
log hut in the woods, early next morning went over there and arrested
Tom and Paul just as they were about to take up their march again
for the wild west." The officer took them into custody on suspicion,
believing that the fact of their having run away from the city in the
manner they did on the night of the robbery justified him in doing
so, and he took them to the city and turned them over to the proper
authorities for investigation.
Of course the examination before the city magistrate resulted in
the boys being discharged from custody, as there was no evidence
whatever tending to prove their complicity in the crime.
The guilty parties were soon after apprehended and punished,
and, I am glad to record, my young friend Paul never again figured
in any adventures of a runaway boy.

DOGS as the auxiliaries of the sentinels are coming to the fore. It
appears that a species has been discovered in Tonquin which has been
converted into a vigilant and ferocious sentinel. It is tall and power-
fully built. When these dogs are wanted for military service they
are tied up and natives are engaged to beat and otherwise ill-use them.
On the other hand, the duty of the French soldier is to feed and pet
them. Then, if they are fastened to a sentry-box they naturally give
the alarm directly an Annamite or Tonquinois approaches. They can
distinguish the native from the European by the scent, though either
should lie concealed. About this method of training there seems to
be a good deal of unnecessary and cruel ingenuity. English dog
fanciers would probably be willing to undertake the training of senti-
nel dogs on terms much easier for the dogs themselves.



TRAVELER in faraway India relates the following thrilling
adventure with a tiger: From the heavy rain which falls
upon Indian mountains the low-lying country is liable to
such sudden floods that every year many beasts, and even human
beings, are drowned ere they can make their escape to the higher
grounds. On one occasion a terrible flood came up so suddenly that
I had to spend a day and night in an open canoe in consequence,
during which time I had good opportunities of seeing the good and
bad effects produced by them. I lived at the time in a mat house,
situated upon a hill which I supposed was quite above high-water
mark, but an old Mahometan gentleman having told me that, when he
was a little boy, he recollected the water once rising higher than the
hill, I took the precaution of keeping a canoe in a small ditch close
at hand.
The rainy season began, and daily the river rose higher. One
morning we noticed that the mountain tops were covered with heavy
banks of dark clouds, though no rain fell out on the plain where we were;
but we noticed many animals, a leopard among others, sneak out of
the high grass and make for hilly ground. The most curious thing,
however, was the smart manner in which rats and even grasshoppers
came scampering away from the threatening danger. These latter
came in such crowds toward my. bungalow that not only the fowls
about the premises had a good feed on them, but kites and crows
began to swoop down in such numbers that the air was filled with
their cries and the noise of their rushing wings.
While watching the immense destruction of these insects we were




startled by the outbreak of the thunderstorm high up on the
mountains, but far above the peals of thunder rose the terrible sound
of rushing water. Animals now came tearing out of the lowlands
too terrified to notice whither they went, so that I stood ready, gun
in hand, in case any of the dangerous kind should try to seek an
asylum on my particular hill; but with the exception of a huge wild
boar, who had to be shot as he charged up the slope, all took refuge
Soon the water burst through the river bank, spreading over the
country, sweeping down the tall grass jungle and surging and roaring
round our hill. Packing all that was valuable in small parcels, we
gathered them in a heap, hoping that the flood would subside ere it
reached the building., All round about large trees, uprooted by the
terrible force of the deluge, were swept along, several animals vainly
trying to keep a footing among their roots and branches. At last the
water reached the steps of the house; so, pulling our boat close up,
we stepped in with what we could save and hung to the wooden posts
of the building, vainly trusting that the worst had come; but it was
not so, for we soon had to leave go the post and pass the boat's
rope round a tree. The water then rushed in, the house toppled
over, and it and its contents were swept away by the flood.
In a short time the tree began to shake and bend, so we knew
that it was being uprooted ; therefore, letting go the rope, we launched
forth upon the seething waste of waters and were whirled away.
Onward we pushed through masses of logs, branches, the remains of
houses, and such like wreck, having to be very careful that our frail
vessel did not get upset or crushed. Twice we made for the tops of
hills that showed themselves above water, but on approaching them
we found that they had been taken possession of by wild animals.
Here a tiger crouched on a branch of a tree, seemingly too much
alarmed at his perilous position to molest the half-dozen deer that


crowded timidly together right underneath his perch. Up above him
the smaller branches were stocked with monkeys, who looked very
disconsolate at their enforced imprisonment. As we swept past, the
tiger raised his head, gave a deep growl and showed his teeth, then
crouched down again as if fully aware of his helplessness, and we
had too much to think of ourselves to interfere with him.
Gaining the open country, the scene was one of desolation; but
the current was not so strong, so we turned round, seeing the flood
was going down, and by nightfall we had got back to where the house
had stood. Every vestige of the once pretty homestead had disap-
peared, with sheep and cattle, though the fowls had managed to find
a roost on the topmost branches of some orange trees, which alone
remained to mark the spot.
As the moon rose, the mountaineers came down from the villages,
and, embarking on rafts and in canoes, went round the different hills,
shooting and spearing the animals that had swum there; and truly
the sight of such a hunting scene was an exciting one. Here a stout
stag, defending himself with his antlers as best he might against the
spearsmen, kept up a gallant fight till death.
The tiger we had seen in the morning took to swimming, and on
being wounded with a spear turned on the nearest canoe, upsetting
the hunters into the water, where a desperate encounter took place;
but he was eventually dispatched by a blow from an ax not, however,
before he had clawed some of his pursuers most severely.
At daylight the water had entirely gone down, and a thick, muddy
deposit covered all the lowland, while an immense number of snakes,
scorpions, and other unpleasant creatures lay dead in all directions,
upon which and the drowned animals vultures, crows and kites were

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CONTRIBUTOR to the New York Sun vouches for the
truth of the following story:
In the spring of 1868 my father, deceived by the falsehoods
of land speculators, as were many others, removed from a comfortable
home in Ontario and bought a tract of land on thewest shore of Lake
of the Woods, within Canadian territory. At the time my story opens
I was a lad of twelve. We had a clearing of three or four acres, had
built a stout log house, and, though much discouraged by adverse
circumstances, had no thought of giving up the farm, when a terrible
calamity happened. My mother's sister, a young woman about thirty-
eight years of age,had come into the wilderness with us as a member
of the family. One November day, the same being warm and pleas-
ant, father took mother out on the lake for a ride in the canoe he had
bought of an Indian. They passed out of our sight among the small
islands, and we.never saw them again. It was believed by some that
they were upset and drowned; by others that they landed on an
island and were killed by wild beasts.
This, then, was our situation: We were'eight miles from any other
settler, with a long, hard winter coming on. I was old enough to realize
our position, but not to advise. Aunt Hannah was naturally very
quiet. I remember how pale she was, and what a look of anxiety she
carried on her face as she came to realize that father and mother must
be dead. She and I tramped around the lake for miles, but all to no
purpose. If she had decided on leaving our cabin. and going to the
nearest settlement she waited too long. A week after father and
mother set out for their ride the Indian summer came to an end, a


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severe storm set in, and then it would have been impossible to get out
of the woods on account of the depth of the snow. When Aunt Han-
nah realized this she took an inventory of stock on hand. Father was
fond of hunting, and he had brought with him a fine rifle, a double-
barreled shot-gun, a revolver, and plenty of ammunition. In addi-
tion we had twelve steel traps and two bear traps. As to provisions,
we had cornmeal, a little salt pork, and some coffee. Father had been
Intending to go out to the settlement and bring in a load of provis-
ions for the winter.
Our live stock consisted of a yoke of oxen, a cow, three pigs and a
dozen fowls; and none of them had been disturbed by wild beasts dur-
ing the summer. Winter had only set in, however, when our oxen
were run off, either by Indians or wolves, and were lost to us forever.
A bear came one night and carried off one of the pigs, and next day
we killed the other two and hung their carcasses up to freeze. We
intended to kill all the poultry, but foxes or wolverines saved us the
trouble. The Ist of December, when the snow was at least four
feet deep on the ground and the thermometer stood far below zero,
we had nothing to care for out-doors.
From the Ist to the 12th of December it was so cold that water
would freeze at the door of our cabin, fourteen feet from a blazing
fire. The frost got into the logs and kept up a constant popping, and
the snow kept falling at intervals until it finally banked up higher than
the windows and shut out the light. The morning of the I3th the
weather became milder, and before noon it was thawing considerably.
When we had cleared away the snow and dragged up a new supply of
wood Aunt Hannah got down the fire-arms and said:
"We must clean and load these' weapons, for we shall soon have
unwelcome visitors. It will freeze to-night, making a strong crust on
the snow, and to-morrow the wild beasts will be able to move


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There were only two small windows to the cabin,, and these were
guarded with stout wooden shutters. A loophole had been left in the
casing each side of the door and windows, and these were stopped with
pegs. The door was of plank, hung on wooden hinges, and secured
by a bar, and there was a crevice at the bottom .at least two inches
wide. This we had stopped, when cold weather came, with a piece of
It froze up solid again that night, and the 14th was cold and
cloudy. Nothing had been able to move through the deep snow, and
the beasts of prey were ravenous. A little past 9 o'clock in the
morning we were startled by a long-drawn scream at the door, and my
aunt whispered that our visitor was a panther. Five minutes later
we discovered that there were two panthers. They were, no doubt,
ravenously hungry, and could scent not only us but the fresh pork
hanging near the door. They mounted to the roof, tried the door and
shutters, and now and then fought each other in their disappointment.
We kept quiet for awhile, hoping they would go away, but as they
persisted in their efforts Aunt Hannah planned revenge. She cut off
several small pieces of the fresh meat, and when I had pulled the
board away from the crevice at the door she placed the pieces about
six inches away and then stood with a sharp ax. The panthers sniffed
and snuffed, and directly thrust their paws under the door to seize the
meat. This was what she had expected and she was ready. The ax
lopped off two paws slick and clean, and the maimed and bleeding
beasts beat a retreat without ceremony.
About noon a large black bear circled around the cabin more than
a dozen times, and after him came two wolves, but we remained quiet,
and they soon went away. At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon my
aunt told me to get out all the traps and explained :
We have more to fear from the wolves than anything else. I
expect they will come by the score as soon as night falls. We will



set all the traps, and those who get caught will at once be devoured
by their companions."
We set the traps in the house and carried them out, one by one,
and placed them on the frozen crust under the windows and in front
of the door. When this was done we secured the door and waited
for night to come. It was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and was
just fairly dark, when we heard a noise as of a hundred voices, sing-
ing in different keys. This was afar off, at first, but it came rapidly
nearer, accompanied by a sound as of a heavy wind blowing through
the trees, and then our cabin was suddenly surrounded by wolves and
pandemonium broke loose. We could not say whether there were
100 or 500 in the pack, as each beast was making all the noise he
possibly could. They fell into the traps at once, and then the racket
frightened us half to death, although we felt sure that our defense
was perfectly safe against any attack.
Every wolf was attacked and devoured as soon as he got fast, and
it was certain that every trap scored a victim. Fourteen wolves
ought to have made a supper for the pack, even if it had numbered
Ioo, but it did not seem to be the case. The living became even
more demonstrative. They raced over the roof, leaped at the shut-
ters, and rushed at the door in a body, and, at length, my aunt decided
to try the plan which had worked so well in the case of panthers.
She got the ax, cut some pieces of meat, and for the next fifteen
minutes we were busy slashing off paws. I suspected that every wolf
who lost a paw was at once pounced upon and eaten, and I know
that at least twenty suffered in this way. By and by the appetites of
the living seemed to be satisfied, and, after quarreling and racing
around, the pack moved off. When the snow melted in the spring
there were enough bones lying about the cabin to represent fifty
wolves. I believe they would have filled four or five barrels.
We had other adventures with wild beasts that winter. Indeed,

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it is still known in that locality as the wolf winter. But we had a still
more exciting time with the Indians. A band of them broke away
from a reservation late in the fall and took to the woods and
murdered many settlers. It was about the first of March before we
heard of them. Then one day a hunter and trapper called at the
cabin and warned us to flee, stating that the band had broken up into
small parties and was determined to murder every white person from
the lake west to the Red River of the North. He himself had nar-
rowly escaped death at their hands. The snow was then three feet deep
in the woods, and we might have to walk thirty miles to reach a place
of safety. My aunt listened carefully to what the man had to say,
and then replied:
I shall stay right here, and if the Indians come we will do our
best to beat them off."
The hunter left us three bars of lead and about a pound of
powder, and as soon as he had departed we put the cabin in a state
of siege. We brought a barrel of water from the creek, got in a lot
of wood, and the shutters to the windows were strengthened by
breaking up a heavy chest. That night a thaw set in and continued
for two days, and when the weather changed there was only three
inches of snow on the ground. Nothing had been seen of the
Indians, but Aunt Hannah said they would be sure to come now.
While I stood on a stump and watched, she set all the traps, as we had
for the wolves, covering each one lightly with snow. This turned out
to be a wise precaution.
At i o'clock that night, while we were both sound asleep, a
terrific yell suddenly rent the air and was almost instantly seconded
from another quarter. One of the bear traps had been set in front
of the door and the other under one of the windows. A band of
Indians had carefully approached the cabin and two of them had
stepped into the traps at almost the same instant. Aunt Hannah's


face was whiter than marble, but she had all her presence of mind.
She ordered me to take the revolver and fire through the port-holes at
the window, while she used the shot-gun at the door, and from the yells
and screams of the red men we were satisfied that two or three were
badly wounded, even if none were killed. They drew off and left us
to reload and it was an hour before we heard anything more from
them. Then some one knocked on the door and a voice spoke to us
in good English, saying:
"Woman, for God's sake, let me in! I have been a prisoner with
the Indians, but have just escaped! I am wounded in the foot and
can not travel, but I can help you fight."
I was for removing the bar at once, but my aunt stopped me with
a gesture and tip-toed to one of the port-holes and drew the peg.
My God, but have you no mercy!" wailed the man. "If cap-
tured I shall be burned at the stake There are twenty Indians here
but with my help you can beat them off !"
She put the muzzle of the revolver through the port-hole, twisted
it to the left, and when she fired the man fell against the door, recov-
ered himself, and shouted out:
"I'll roast you alive for that, you she-devil !"
He was a white renegade or decoy, and she had wounded him in
the shoulder. He retreated, cursing and growling, and we heard no
more from the Indians until after sunrise next morning. They had
made a temporary camp under a bank about thirty rods off. The
first move was to advance with a flag of truce, and when the bearer
got near enough he said that if we would surrender we should
be well treated and conducted to a white settlement, as the object of
the Indians was simply to reoccupy the land. Aunt Hannah knew
that it was only a ruse, and she would neither reply nor let me. This
silence would puzzle them as to the strength of the inmates. The
redskin soon withdrew, and after a bit, fire was opened on the door


and window shutters. Not a bullet went through. After about an
hour the fire seemed to concentrate on the window opposite the door.
My aunt was quick to notice this and took the shot-gun, gave me the
revolver, and said :
"They are going to try to batter in the door. Don't fire until I
give the word."
We had been at the port-holes about five minutes when ten Indians,
carrying a heavy limb, five on a side, came around the corner of the
house and squared off to use the limb as a battering ram. At this
time two Indians were dancing on the roof and others were yelling
to attract our attention from the door. As the Indians stepped
back for a start, and just as they were on the point of advancing, my
aunt gave the word to fire. There was a row of buck-skinned legs
right in front of me, and I couldn't help but hurt some one. When
the smoke blew away there were five Indians on the ground. Three
soon crawled away, wounded and bleeding, but two had been killed
by the fire of the shot-gun.. The survivors didn't try to get the bodies
away, but next attacked us by.way of the roof. They were trying to
cut holes through the rough, home-made shingles when some of the
buckshot reached and scattered them. They then built a fire against
the logs, but it only scorched them, and soon after dinner the party
retreated, leaving two dead at the door, two more in the barn, and
having to help away two or three wounded. That night the wolves
came and devoured the dead, and we were saved the trouble of remov-
ing and burying them.

A WYOMING man has settled the question of how the prairie dogs
obtain the water they drink. He says they dig their own wells, each
village having one with a concealed opening. He says he knows of
several of these wells, from fifty to two hundred feet deep, each
having a circular stairway leading down to the water.

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HE following incident is related by an officer of the Hudson's
Bay Company, to whom it was told by a friend of his, who is
said to have personally witnessed it.
Some Indian hunters were paddling in their little bark canoes
across one of the large Canadian lakes. As they were threading
their way between the islands, with which the lake was studded, they
noticed some animal swimming in the water some distance ahead.
Paddling with all speed, they soon came near enough to the object
to perceive that it was a stag, crossing, as they are wont to do, from
one island to another. The animal, as soon as he noticed that he
was being pursued, made frantic efforts to increase his speed. The
Indians, however, found little difficulty in keeping pace with him, but
refrained from killing him till he was near the shore, lest he should
sink and be lost. As they followed him towards the shore, which
was still some distance off, it suddenly occurred to a young Indian in
the foremost canoe that he might enjoy a little amusement at the
stag's expense; so, quick as thought, he caught up a cord that lay
beside him, formed it into a noose, threw it over the stag's horns,
and attached the other end to his canoe, thus compelling the creature
to draw his canoe and himself through the water. His intention was
to dispatch the animal with his gun or his ax as soon as he got suffi-
ciently near the shore. Great was the merriment excited in the party
as the stag labored on with the canoe and its occupant in tow. But
a sudden surprise was in store for them. The water became shallow,
and the stag gained a footing sooner than the Indian had calculated.
No sooner did the animal feel firm ground beneath his feet, than,

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with two or three frantic bounds, he sprang forward, taking the canoe
and the Indian with him, and before the rest could realize the situa-
tion, he reached the shore. Here, in an instant, the man was precipi-
tated on the stones, and the canoe dashed to pieces, and the stag
made his way off triumphantly into the depths of the forest. The
young Indian was not killed, but he was so bruised and battered
that it was some months before he was able to resume his usual

A FUNNY disaster occurred not very long ago during the perform-
ance of Faust" by the German Opera Company. In the Walpurgis-
night scene were a lot of small imps in red and black, skipping lightly
hither and thither over sheets of darting flame. By and by those
sitting closest to the stage heard the cue given to the imps to be off,
and they all did betake themselves blithely to the wings with the
exception of one particular tiny imp, who bobbed up and down ener-
getically, butt who manifested no intention of getting himself out of
the way.
Then the boxes heard a hoarse whisper from the stage director:
Come off there!"
No answer, except a more energetic bobbing. Then a second
fierce whisper: Come off there, I tell you."
This time a frantic bobbing on the part of the imp, but still no
progress toward the wings.
Last of all an infuriated whisper-if one can imagine such a
thing: Come off come off this minute The others have to go on."
Then the interested spectators saw the poor little imp make a
wilder plunge than ever, and heard a shrill, distressed voice quaver
back: "Oh, I can't my tail's caught!"



|HERE are many authentic stories related of the braveryof boys
j_- on fields of battle. The accompanying illustration represents
a brave English drummer boy attending to the wounded and dying
soldiers on a battle-field of the Crimean war.
The following very touching little story- an incident of our own
civil war -was recently related by a writer in the Detroit Free Press:
We had been skirmishing with Stuart's cavalry, and at a bend in
the road we had shelled them vigorously with our light artillery. As
we passed this bend, still following the enemy, we found four dead
men, three or four dead horses, and a boy about ten years old sitting
on a stone, so white-faced and scared that he could not speak a word.
We spoke kindly to him, and tried to comfort him, and finally he
began to cry. When we asked for his name he gave it as "Jimmy."
"Jimmy what?" He was crying so that we could not make it out.
Then some one suggested that it must be "Jimmy Tear-Drop," and
the name at once became his.
The soldier of the civil war was a curious being. While the heat
of battle was in his blood his heart would grow soft at sight of a poor
rabbit frightened from cover by the awful din. We had not a second
look for the dead lying there, but half a dozen troopers jangled as to
who should be guardian of that boy. He was a legitimate capture
-one of the spoils of war. As a compromise, he was sent to the
wagon-master for the time being.
In time "Jimmy Tear-Drop" told us that his mother was dead.
His father lived on the road by which we had marched, and as Stuart
fell back he took his boy by the hand and fell back with the soldiers.

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In the confusion father and son had become separated, and they were
never to meet again. Our camp was thirty miles away, and the boy
went there with us, and once within our lines, the father, even if alive,
had little chance to hear of him.
Every company of soldiers had its pet; if not a dog, or cat, or goat,
then something else-even a 'possum or raccoon. It was late in the
fall when we captured Jimmy Tear-Drop, and by spring he was known
to most all the men in the brigade. He was a quiet little chap, seem-
ing to have a great sorrow in his heart, and it was only when he heard
us talking about the end of the war, and how we intended to find his
father and bring about a re-union, that he laughed and seemed boy-
like. The officers tried to send him away, but we kept him hidden
and treasured him as if he had been a gold nugget. Our tailor made
him clothes, and we foraged him a pair of shoes, and when we got
him rigged out we all felt proud of him. I don't think Jimmy Tear-
Drop learned any wickedness from us. We taught him to dance, and
he could sing a song or two, but the boys were careful of their hard
words when he was near, and no one would teach him anything about
cards. On the contrary, "Old Jack," our company teamster, got some
books and taught him his A B C's, and called us in to hear him spell
"dog" and "hen" and "hat" and other easy words.
Well, the spring came, and one day our whole army corps moved.
Jimmy went along with the wagon train, and at a certain point on one
of the highways the enemy made a dash and cut off a portion of the
train. We got it back after a sharp fight, and when we came to look
around we found about twenty dead and wounded men. If there
had been nothing more we should'have wheeled into line and jested
over it. A soldier takes his chances, you see. If he wins he gets no
credit. If he falls there is always earth enough to hide his body from
We were getting ready to move on when there was an excitement

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among the wagons, and we pushed into the train to find "Old Jack"
bending over something lying on a blanket on the grass. He was
crying like a woman, and some of our boys were brushing tears from
their eyes, and others hotly vowing vengeance. That something on
the blanket was our boy -our Jimmy Tear-Drop. A stray bullet
had whistled through the cover of the wagon and ended his life as
quickly as you could blow out the flame of a candle. And as he lay
there on his back, white-faced and dead, and his eyes half-closed, we
saw through our own tears a great tear on his cheek a pearl glis-
tening in the Southern sunshine which streamed down through the
smoke yet hanging about the tree-tops. Then in our sore hearts we
felt that we had rightly named him Jimmy Tear-Drop, and that the
hand of God was in it.


THERE are numerous conceptions of pleasure and comfort. Most
people find, with or without experience, that the real comforts of life
are to be had at home. For there the devoted wife is the presiding
deity; there the children prattle and play; there the young girl
approaches and reaches womanhood; within its sacred precincts youth
puts on the responsibilities of manhood; there are the reunions of
hearts, hopes and prayers; there can be found real rest; there are the
peace and affection typical of the better life; there the germinating
and binding together of hearts and minds and souls in a bond as strong
as a chain of steel and as lovely as a wreath of beauteous flowers;
there the memories which glow and exist with life itself; there the
influences that strengthen and bless and guide in after years.
"Wherever we roam, there is no place like home."- Our Society



R. CUMMING, in an entertaining volume containing an
Account of his hunting exploits in Africa, relates the fol-
lowing interesting story of his chasing and being chased
by a rhinoceros: Ordering my men to move on toward a fountain in
the center of the plain, I rode forth with Ruyter, and held east through
a grove of lofty and wide-spreading mimosas, most of which were
more or less damaged by the gigantic strength of a troop of elephants,
which had passed there about twelve months before. Having pro-
ceeded about two miles with large herds of game on every side, I
observed a crusty-looking old bull borkle, or black rhinoceros, cock-
ing his ears, one hundred yards in advance. He had not observed us;
and soon after he walked slowly toward us, and stood broadside to,
eating some wait-a-bit thorns, within fifty yards of me. I fired from
my saddle, and sent a bullet in behind his shoulder, upon which he
rushed forward about one hundred yards in tremendous consternation,
blowing like a grampus, and then stood looking about him. Pres-
ently he made off. I followed but found it hard to come up with him.
When I overtook him I saw the blood running freely from his wound.
The chase led through a large herd of blue wildebeests, zebras,
and springboks, which gazed at us in utter amazement. At length I
fired my second barrel, but my horse was fidgety and I missed. I
continued riding alongside of him, expecting, in my ignorance, that
at length he would come to bay, which rhinoceroses never do; when
suddenly he fell flat on his broadside on the ground, but recovering
his feet, resumed his course as if nothing had happened. Becoming
at last annoyed at the length of the chase, as I wished to keep my
horses fresh for the elephants, and being indifferent whether I got


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the rhinoceros or not, as I observed that his horn was completely
worn down with age and the violence of his disposition, I determined
to bring matters to a crisis, so, spurring my horse, I dashed ahead and
rode right in his path. Upon this, the hideous monster instantly
charged me in the most resolute manner, blowing loudly through his
nostrils; and, although I quickly wheeled about to my left, he fol-
lowed me at such a furious pace for several hundred yards, with his
horrid horny snout within a few yards of my horse's tail, that my little
Bushman, who was looking on in great alarm, thought his master's
destruction inevitable. It was certainly a very near thing; my horse
was extremely afraid, and exerted his utmost energies on the occasion.
The rhinoceros, however, wheeled about, and continued his former
course; and I, being perfectly satisfied with the interview which I had
already enjoyed with him, had no desire to cultivate his acquaintance
any further, and accordingly made for camp.
Another great traveler and sportsman relates that on one occasion
while hunting rhinoceros, having wounded one, she charged suddenly
and. knocked him down, but fortunately missing her stroke with her
horn, she went fairly over him, leaving him to struggle out from
between her hind legs. Scarcely had she passed when she turned and
succeeded in cutting him from knee to hip with her horn and knocking
him over with a blow from her foot. She might easily have com- :
pleted her revenge, but she plunged into a thicket and let her victim
escape. Meeting her again on the same day, the sportsman gave her
.several bullets, and she fell. He walked up and was just going to
make sure ihe was dead when she again leaped to her feet. He
hastily fired and rushed away, pursued by the infuriated animal, which,
however, fell dead just as he threw himself into a bush for safety.
The race was such a close one that as he lay he could touch the
rhinoceros with his rifle, so that another moment would have been
fatal to him.



SN American sportsman who visited Borneo in 1876 gives an
interesting account of the killing of a female orang and the
S capture of her young. Having secured a native boat and
three stout Malays to assist him, he proceeded up a river called the
Simujan, to a point where the river was quite narrow and overhung
with palm trees on either side; here he discovered a baby orang in a
tree, hanging with outstretched arms and legs, like a big red spider,
and gazing with childish curiosity upon the hunters below.
Immediately a rifle was pointed upwards, but one of the Malays
having pointed out the mother, who was concealed in the tree-top,
she received the bullet, which, however, only wounded her. Quickly
clambering down to her little one, which grasped her round the body,
she at once started to escape, but was killed by the second shot, and
dropped into the water. Immediately the men sprang to secure the
baby, but as it was under water for fully a minute it was very nearly
drowned. After a little rubbing, however, it was restored to life, and
very speedily showed its captors that it had a will and a temper of its
own. It was veryyoung, but as restless as an eel, and watching every
opportunity to bite. In this it succeeded at last, inflicting a rather
severe wound upon the sportsman, who gave it a hearty slap on the
side of its head and tied its arms behind its back. Two days afterwards
this little savage suddenly died, having been fierce and vicious to the

No abilities, however splendid, can command success without
intense labor and persevering application.-A. T. STEWART.


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b OWN went the boats with a splash. Each boat's crew
sprang over the rail and, in an instant, the larboard, star-
board, and waist-boats were manned. There was great
rivalry in getting the start. The waist-boat got off in pretty good
time; and away went all three, dashing the water high over
their bows. Nothing could be more exciting than the chase.
The larboard boat, commanded by the mate, and the waist-boat,
by the second mate, were head and head. "Give way, my lads,
give way," shouted P- our headsman; "we gain on them; give
way A long, steady stroke That's the way to tell it." Ay, ay,"
cried Tabor, our boat-steerer. What do you say, boys, shall we lick
'em ? Pull, pull like vengeance echoed the crew ; and we danced
over the waves, scarcely seeming to touch them. The chase was now
truly soul-stirring. Sometimes the larboard, then the starboard, then
the waist-boat took the lead. It was a severe trial of skill and muscle.
After we had run two miles at this rate, the whales turned flukes,
going dead to windward. "Now for it, my lads!" cried P--.
" We'll have them the next rising. Now pile it on A long, steady
pull! That's it; that's the way Those whales belong to us. Don't
give out Half an hour more, and they're our whales." The other
boats veered off at either side of us, and continued the chase with
renewed ardor. In about half an hour we lay on our -oars to look
round for the whales. There she blows, right ahead!" shouted
Tabor, fairly dancing with delight. There she blows-there she
blows Hurrah, boys, spring I" cried P- Spring it is ? What
d'ye say, now, chummies? Shall we take those whales?" To this


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general appeal every man replied by putting his weight on his oar
and exerting his utmost strength. .The boat flew through the water
with incredible swiftness, scarcely rising the waves. A large bull
whale lay about a quarter of a mile ahead of us, lazily rolling in the
trough of the sea. The larboard and starboard boats were far to
leeward of us, tugging hard to get a chance at the other whales,
which were now blowing in every direction. Give way, give way,
my hearties," cried P--, putting his weight against the aft oar.
"Do you love gin? A bottle of gin to the best man! Oh, pile
it on while you have breath pile it on!" On with the beef, chum-
mies! Smash every oar! double 'em up or break' em. Every
mother's son of you, pull! No talking; lay back to it; now or never."
On dashed the boat, cleaving its way through the rough sea, as if
the briny element were blue smoke. The whale, however, turned
flukes before we could reach him. When he appeared again above
the surface of the water, it was evident that he had milled while
down, by which maneuver he gained on us nearly a mile. The chase
was now almost hopeless, as he was making to windward rapidly. A
heavy black cloud was on the horizon, portending an approaching
squall, and the barque was fast fading from sight. Still we were not
to be baffled by discouraging circumstances of this kind, and we
braced our sinews for a grand and final effort. Never give up, my
lads," said our headsman in a cheering voice. Mark my words,
we'll have the whale yet. Only think he's our's, and there's no mis-
take about it, he will be our's. Now for a hard, steady pull." Give
way !" Give way, sir!" "Give way all!" "There she blows !
Oh, pull, my lively lads! Only a mile off!" "There she blows!"
The wind had by this time increased almost to a gale, and the heavy,
black clouds were scattering over us far and wide. Part.of the squall
had passed off to leeward, and entirely concealed the barque. Our
situation was rather unpleasant: in a rough sea, the other boats-out
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of sight, and each moment the wind increasing. We continued to
strain every muscle till we were hard upon the whale. Tabor sprang
to the bow, and stood by with the harpoon. Softly, softly, my lads,"
said the headsman. "Ay, ay, sir!" Hush-h-h Softly Now's
your time, Tabor Tabor let fly the harpoon, and buried the iron.
"Give him another!" "Stern, all!" And, as we rapidly backed
from the whale, he flung his tremendous fluke high in the air, cover-
ing us with a cloud of spray. He then sounded, making the line
whiz as it passed through the chocks. When he rose to the surface
again we hauled up, and the second mate stood ready in the bow to
dispatch him with lances. Spouting blood," said Tabor, "he's a
dead whale. He won't need much lancing." It was true enough
for, before the officer could get within dart of him, he commenced
his dying struggles. The sea was crimsoned with his blood. By the
time we had reached him, he was belly up. We lay upon our oars a
moment to witness his last throes, and when he turned his head
toward the sun a loud, simultaneous cheer burst from every lip.


THE noblest mind the best contentment has.- SPENSER.
MEN of character are the conscience of the society to which they
belong.- EMERSON.
THE certain way to be cheated is to fancy one's self more cun-
ning than others.- CHARION.
IF the power to do hard work is not a talent, it is the best possible
substitute for it.-JAMES A. GARFIELD.
ENERGY will do anything that can be done in this world; and no
talents, no circumstances, no opportunities will make a two-legged
animal a man without it.- GOETHE.



(FnBOUT the time of the American revolution, and shortly after,
the northwestern portion of Virginia was frequently over-
run by parties of Shawnee Indians, who committed all sorts
of atrocities upon the dwellers in that region. Among these residents
was a Mr. Moore, with his family.
On the i4th of July, 1786, early in the morning, a gang of horses
had come in from the lick-blocks, about one hundred yards from the
house, and Mr. Moore had gone out to salt. them. Two men, also,
who were living with him, had gone out, and were reaping wheat.
Thirty Indians, who were lying in ambush watching the house at the.
time, supposing that all the men were absent, availed themselves of
the opportunity, and rushed forward with all their speed. As they
advanced they commenced firing, and killed three of the children-
William and Rebecca, who were returning from the spring, and Alex-
ander, in the yard.
Mr. Moore attempted to get to the house, but finding it sur-
rounded, ran past it through a small pasture in which the house stood.
When he reached the fence he made a halt, and was shot through with
seven bullets. The Indians said he might have escaped if he had not
stopped on the fence. After he was shot he ran about forty yards
and fell. He-was then scalped by the Indians and afterwards buried
by the whites at the place where the body lay, and where his grave
may yet be seen. It was thought that when he saw his family about
to be massacred, without the possibility.of rendering them any assist-
ance, he chose to share a like fate.
There were two fierce dogs which fought like heroes until the


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