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All Obituary Notices exceeding six lines, and Comnnunmications recomnending Candidates for public oteices or trust-or puffing txhibitions, will be charged as Advertisemients. rr Rev. Ficmitc RItusi, is a travelling Agent for this p-per, muti is anthorizeil to .raceive subscriptions and receipt for ine [Fron Chambers Edliiburah .loutrni| The Christmas Tree. Louisa, my love, said Mrs. Craw ford, 'I don't at all like this method of yours, or rather want of method. It shows a sad fickle disposition nev er to finish what you have begun, but invariably to leave it for something new. Where are the slippers you were working for papa, and which you were so anxious to finish by Christmas-Eve?' 'In the chiffonniere, mama. There is plenty of time. I have only the grounding to complete.' 'Then those warm winter mitts you have for Aunt Townsend. She would be very glad of them this frosty weather. You have had them in hand, Ithink, for more than a mout h.' Louisa looked annoyed. 'I mern * to finish them, mamna; but I am quite tired of hearing of them. I think you need not be so very particular. I only just want to do this new pattern of a couvrettc before Emily Lawson leaves us.' 'I should not mind about it, Loui sa, if this were a solitary instance. But I see the disposition perpetually manifested! If you suffer it to grow upon you, my dear, you will never do any thing well. Then look at the waste of material! There are three or four unfinished pieces of rugwork at this moment, thrust into dillerent corners out of the way, faded and dirty from having lain about on chairs and soths, and which I do not believe you will ever finish. Louisa, whose temper was by no means perfect, made a somewhat ab rupt reply; and her mother, seeing that no further good could then be done with her, ceased to speak, and soon after left the room. The couvrette took up much more 'time than the little girl had calculated upon-so much, that Emily Law son was obliged to return home before sha had saen her pupil safe through the intricacies of the pat tern. But she left behind what she considered nlain directions for its con tinuance and comnpie tion; wvhich, how over, proved so little intelligible with out the personal superintendence of' The instructor, that Louisa, after manay ,fruitless trials, gave up the attemtnt iin despmait ; and the untirtunate crochi .et-wotk was consignied like many of its predecessors, to the obliviou of wome work-table or chillbaniere. It was now the Thursday before Christmas-Evo, which fell on a Mon *day. Louisa's brothers and sisters jiad all nearly comp1leted their pre :sents for each other-, and for papa and mamma, which werec to be hung, 1J~aelled with the names of thme per. sons for whom they were intended, ..othe gr-and Chriistmnas Tree that was then to bo exhibited. Louisa, less fortunate than they, was working in desperation at the only present she -wias at all likely to complete-the pair of slippers for papa. -'ALouisa.' her mnamma called froem her little bed room, 'come here beforec you doe arty more work, and arrange your drawers. I cannot allow you to eo-ve them in such disorder.' Louisa muttctred an impatient ox c'lamiation, and obeyed; but in so has ty anid passionate au manner, that her iuuma~t~ -rmarked it, and diesired her, to be more gentle in her movements. ''Thereo is no occasianm to hurry, L~ruina. You kniow that I do n'ot jikg ,voj to fuss aibo tt, as if u a all the business of the house upon your shoulders.' 'But I shall never have finished my slippers, mamma.' 'That is your own fault, my love. I told you what would be the conse-' luence of your persisting in your working at that couvrette.' Louisa went discontedly back again to her slippers, muttering to herself as she did so. I wish mamma would not be so neat. She might let me alone just till I had finished my pre sent. How do 1 hate neatness and order! T lh Monday maotiing arrived, a joyful time to the little Crawlords, for every other occuf ation was laid aside that they might (leek the Christmas Tree. A young fir tree had been cut down fur the purpose, and placed in a gaily painted tub balf filled with earth. Among the branches were numerous tiny tapers fastcned there ready for lighting at the time of exhilition. The children now, under the direction of their namma, proeeedcd to hang oranges and apples by strings to some of the botughs, and to fasten among them bon-bons, gilded crackers, figs, bunch es of raisins, and other such trifles. Then camne the disposition of presents, chiefly their own handiwork, in con spicuous parts of the tree; and at this period of the proceedings mamma was requested to retire. 'Where is Louisa?' said little Emmeline. 'We want her present to hang up.' '1 will go and look for her,' said James. '1 am afraid she is in troulle. S'e was ering this morning; and when I asked her what was the mat ter, she could not s;.eak to inc.' Pour Louisa was sitting in a corner of the library, laboring at thr' groumn. in, of !h- -utfortunato 0.' -rs. the h'l: l 111 't t lv the utm' ex mhre than one square in an hour. The tears were running down her face, dropping on the gay colors of the Merlin wood, and obstructing her gaze, so that she could searcely see the stitches she wished to form. 'Dear lo!' exclaimed her brother, rumnniing up to her. and throwing his :armus routntd her ineck, 'what is the matter? Are voni ill'. Is any one angry with you?' Louisa wept ire bitterly than before, turned aw\ ay from her would he consoler. But Janmcs took her face gently between th his hands, and made her turn it towards hiam again, andI drop the covering pocket iandkterchief. 'Cote, dear Louisa, tell mie, and I shall perhaps he able to help you.' 'No, my dear .James,' subbedl the distressed child, 'you catinoit help in. It is quite hopeless. I wish, I wish I had attended to what imauntoa said.' 'What is it, dear-? I.- it this work? You have only a little bit of this toe to finish.' 'T1hat little hit, dlear' Jamies, will take-oh, so lonig! I shall not lie in time with it, if I wot-k every minute of the dax-. Ther-L will be no present of uminie on the Chr-istmnas T1ree.' 'Is that all, Louisa? We will soon matnage that,' said J atmes cheerfully. 'Say tnothing about it. Wait utntil I come bac:ik, anid I uiill soonm sitpply d you with a presn~Sit or- two for thie (C.hriistnmas Tree.' lie was haistenittg a way, hut Lioumisa stopped himt. 'N'', btrothetr, she said fitrmly; I will not be so metan as to take the credit of any presenit that is not r-eally myt own. It is my own fault delaying so long., atnd I will patienttly bear the momtification .1 deserive.' Jamnes remionstrated, butt it was of' no uisc. L1 ouisa drtied hetr t earts. 'Come said she, 'thme r-est v;ill he waititig for uts.' Th'ley wetre all veryv sorry whient they heard the state of the ease, andI would have given up any thin gto] eons~le thteir sister-. Thme Christmwas 'r-e was at leingthi compilete, and the schtoolr-oom in which it was placed was locked til unitil the mnornintg. 'Now, dear papa,' said IJar-it,' who was a year- older thanu Louisa, after a great manny nods atnd signs had been exchanged between the childr-en after- ten, and Jamies arid Emmelitte had beent quietly ini and out of tho r-om sever-al timtes---'niow, papa, come, if you please.' Mr Cr-awfor-d good htumor-edly allowed himse-lf to 1he halfC dragged, half' puishn- by the exultintg chtildrt-u ato the school room. There, with its :lozens of tapers blazing merrily, giving the spiked branches that peculiar tint which they only assume )y artificial light, stood the Christmas L'ree. The kind father of course made believe that he was much murprised, tho' the same thing had >ccurred to him for the last three years; and the younger children lanced about and clapped their hands with delight, as he advanced towards Lhc tree, and examined its decorations. 'For dear Papa,' she read on the label a neat little box that was sus. pended from one of the principal boughs. James blushed. iHe had a mechan ical genius, and his father having on the last Christmas-Eve placed a samll turning lathe and a neat assortment tools beneath the shadow of the Christmas Tree, the boy had since made good use of them. His pres ent to his father was a very handy little box, to place on Mr. Crawford's writing desk, for the purpose of hold ing steel pens, odd bits of sealing wax, and so forth. The children now began to look a little closer; for while their father pretended to be merely examining the tree, lie was in reality feeling in his pockets for various trifles therein deposited; which he quietly placed on the earth inside the tub, as a kind of ornamental barrier roud the tree. 'Stand off! you young rogues,' he playfully shouted, making a great demonstration of fits and squared el bows: 'stand off, until I have taken possession of my share of the good things.' 'Oh, papa! papa is eating all the figs!' cried one. ''[here goes my great bunch of raisins,' shouted an other. 'Me some!' begged little Willie, the youngest. 'Me some, Look here, Emmeline,' said Mr (ra w f rd to his wife, who stood by enj.,ying the scene. 'Some fairy has procured you the very thing you wan ted-a new sheath for your specta cles; and here is a pincushion; and there a bag--- all for you.' 'Come awav, npa----naughty papa,' cried the children, who were tired of remaining inactive spectators. 'Papa is doing everything.' P'apa was ousted from his promi elt position, and then commenced a general distribution of presents. Even little Willie had been able to contribute. With this store of sav ed-up-pennies he had walked with larriet to the town on the previous Saturdav, and there bought some pretty trifles fur dear papa a:.d mam Ina. 'Now let us look under the tree,' saidlU mamma, when nothing remained on the branches but the tapers, and a few apples and oranges. 'Louisa, my hove, the first present I meet with is labe\led with your name.' 'Oh what a pretty box!' said the lhild en. 'What is inside? Let in look.' 'And ime.' 'And me.' 'Stop, my dear-s,' said their mam. ma; 'Louisa must open it herself.' 'Why don't you come forwar-d to r~eceive your present, my love?' in. juired heri fathier. 'it is a crochet imid knitting box, or whatever you call that work you arc so fond of. I thiought you would like somethinig of thie kin l.' L~ouisal blushied, and the tears stood in her eyes. 'Tell them. J ames, she whiisjcered, 'that I can take it. .1 xare gi venu no pre~sent to anmy body. Wh'len Mr-. Cr-awfor-d kinew how it xvas, he was very sor-ry; but lie did xot reprove Louisa just, then, for her >wn sense of wrong was punishment monugh, amid lie could not bear to iee her young and sorr-owful face on liat festive evening. All the clil irenu were umade happy-each ini his >r her own way; and thxen they left lie C hxsrimas Tx-ee in its nativ'e simi dlicity, wi th the ireimainis of one or w) dlying tapers Ilicker-iing amoing its Th'le next morning was Christmas )ay, amnd nio work was thought of; mit the morinig afte-rthe children mvn nor eson that week --Lou sa et erslf ithsteady purpose o aii uindoi-takinig shio had planned nx her own mind. 11er mother comn nug into the school room, found her nx the midst of pieces of discai-ded 'ug and er-ochet-work and skeins of <niittinug aixd eceet cotton, which hiho was sorting and folding up with .hie various pieces of wor-k they were iiunded~ to complete. 'Muamma, sh said ri-.:... ax throwing her arm round her mother's neck, 'if I finish these, one by one, will you have hope of my amend ment?' 'I shall, indeed, my darling. By the time the last is completed, I trust you will have formed a habit of perseverance which will stand you in good stead all your life long.' A Fix in Qlcksand. A TiRIR.I.iNI STORY. We entered the " untry of the Artemesia, and with thea exception of snakes, and occasional sage cock -as rancid as the berry upon which he feeds-not an anunal was to be seen. We had encountered the last buf falo, ar old bull, three days before. Him we had killed, but the meat was tough and- stringy, and, taking out the tongue and hump ribs, we had left the remainder of his carcass to the wolves. We began to repent of our generosity as we rode further in to the desert. We were already on half rations of the 'jerked,' and, as the hunters remarked, 'dried chaw ins' it was. We might, ere long, be glad of a steak from the same old bull. We shall see. As we rode along, treading our way through the wormwood bushes, an antelope sprang in our path. Half a dozen rifles were raised, but before a 'bead'could be drawn, the sly animal was far beyond range dashing the white leaves from his shining flank. The rifles came back to their rest across the pommel of the saddle, while their owners, with looks of disappointment, mi'Lt be heard apostrophising the goa ii not very respectable terms. About a mile furthe sand a some distance to. I observed a pro ing behind a swe of 'Te prairie. My companions were sceptical, and wheeling out of the train, I started alone. My horse was fresh and wil ling, and whether successf'il Or not, I knew that I could easily overtake them by camping time. I struck directly towards the spot where I had seen the object. It ap peared to be only a hall a mile from where I had left the trail. 1 found it nearer a mile-an illusion which is very common in the chrystal amnd cloudless atmosphere of those eleva ted regions. A curiously formed ridge travers ed the plain from east to west. A thicket of cacti covered part of its summit; this thicket was the original point of my destination. Dismount ing, I led my horse slowly up the slope, and, reaching the cacti, fas tened the lariat to a branch. I then crawled cautiously through the spiky ovals towards the point where 1 ex pected to find the game. To my joy, not one antelope, but a brace of these beautiful animals, were quietly graz ing beyond-but, alas! too far be yond for the carry of my rile. 'Ibey werec full three hundred yards dis tant, upon a smooth, grassy slope, without even a sage bush to serve me as a cover. What was to be done? I lay for several minutes thinking over the (differenit tricks known in hunter craft fori taking. the antelope. Should I imi tate their call? Should I hoist the hanidkerebief ? No, they were too shy. I knew this fr-om the fact that, at short intervals they thi-e-v up their gracefuil nteeks, an'd struck the sward with their hoofs, looking wildly around. I have no alternative. I shll steal back to my horse, take the red 'makinaw' fr-om my Baddle, and display it over the 'nopals.' I had come to this conclusion, when all att once miy eye r-ested upon ai clay cover-ed line ini the prairie, about a hundred yards beyond the point wvhere the aniheals were feeding. It was evidently a break in the su face of the plain-a biuffalo r-oad, pr halps the bed of an arroyo. Ini either ease, the very shelter I wanted, and the gamec was approeaeing it ste pby step as they fed. Th e (question now was, could I reach this hollow in time; and giving up the plan of spreading my blanket, I resolved to make the attempt. Cr-eep)ing hack out of this thicket, and leaving my horse where I had tied him, I ran alongside of the r-idge toward tho point wherec I noticed it was depress ed to the prairie level. On r-eaching this point, to my sur-prise ii fouvv muyself on the bpok of 4 lir~oad arroyo, whmgg wauters rana over a bed of sand and gypsum. The banks were low, not three feet above the surface, ex cept where the ridge impinged upon the stream. Here there was a high bluff, andthurrying dow . to its base, I entered tb pbannel and tommenc ed. wading apard: - 1 anticija ted, I soon , where the stream after rnnnij el to the ridge, struck upon a huge rock, and sweeping round to the right, had canoned the hill. Here I stopped and looked cautiously over the bank. The antelopes had approached with in fifty yards of the arroyo, but still quietly cropping the grass, and once more bending my back I proceeded up the stream. The bed of the ar royo was soft and yielding, and I was compelled to lift my feet with caution, lest their splashing might disturb the game. After a weary drag of sever. al hundred yards, I came to an ar temesia bush, which grew solitary upon the top of the bank. "I must be high enough,' thought I. I clutched my rifle firmly brought it to a level, then raised myself and look. ed through the leavesof the artemesia. Iwas in the right spot, and sighting the heart of the buck, fired. IlIe leaped three feet from the ground, and fell back again a lifeless lump. I was about to rush forward and secure my prize, when I saw the doe, instead of bounding away, run up to her fallen partner, and press her ta pering nose to his body. She was not more than twenty yards from me, and I could plainly see that her look was one of inquiry and bewilder ment. All at once she seemed to comprehend the fatal truth. and throwing back her head, commenced uttering the most piteous cries, at the Paino time runnin in circles around mm s.y load and kill the doe, but her strainge and plaintive cries entered my heart, and completely disarmed me of all hostile feeling-nay, more; I began to feel remorse for ,s hat I had rJ ready done. 1ad I dreamt of wit nessing a spectacle so painful as the one before me, I should never left the train. 'Jerked bull," for a month, and half rations at that, would have been happiness to what I endured as I listened and looked upon this strange scene. But the mischief was now done. 'I have worse than killed her,' thought I, 'it will be best to despatch her at once, and in this way relieve her of all pain.' Actuated by a principle of common, but to her fatal humanity, I rested the but of my rifle and reloaded. With a guilty look and faltering hand, I raised the piece and fired. My hand was steady enough to do its work. When the smoke floated aside, I could see the little creature bleeding upon the grass, her head resting upon the body of her murdered mate. I shouldered my rifle and was about to move forward, when to my aston ishmernt I found myself hel by the feet, and firmly as if my boots had been screwed in a vice! I made an effort to raise my legs, but could nei thaer raise one or the other-another more violent was equally unsuccess ful-a third more desperate, and loos ing my balance, I fell back with a splash into the water. Ilalf sufocat ed, I endeavored to recover my uip. right position. This 1 easily accomn plishaed, and my knees were already below the sumrfacee of' sand, and, in fact, now bent with dificulty. I could neither move forward nor backward, to the right or left, and I became sensible that I was gradually going down deeper and deeper! Then the truth flashed uponl me; I was sink ing in a quicksand! A feeling of horror ran through me. I rcnewedl my efforts with the energy of desperation. I bent to one side, then to thme other, alnost pulling my legs from their sookets, but my feet; I could not move thema an inch. T1hec sort, clingy samnd already over topped my hiorseskin boots, wedged them around my legs, so that I vain 13y endeavored to draw thoem forth); slowly but surely, as though some horrid monster leisurely dIragging me downward. The very thmoughit was horror, and I cried aloud for help. To whom? There was no one within miles -no living thing. Yes; the neig'h of' my horse answered me fromth hill, mocking my despair. I bent forward as wvell as my con strained position would allow, and with frenzied lingers tearinmg up the sand. T could barely tomch .my fet; the little hollow I was able to scrape out, filled up as quickly as it had been formed. A thought occurred to me. I will place my rifle between my thighs, honzontally; it may support me for a time. I looked aropnd for the ob ject. I hid drqpped! i is -my first efforts tq rget free' It was beyond my reed-it bas disapeared. The next tlought-'Can I . throw my body flat, and' thus, by constant exertion prevent myself from sink ing deeper?' No; the surface of the water was two feet above that of the sand. In this position, I should have drowned at once! I proved that by bending forward and resting my hands upon the bottom. The run ning stream swept my face and shoulders, and I rose again half chok ed with the water. The last shift I made no effort to think. A strange stupor seized upon me----my very thoughts were paralysed. I knew that had left me; I could think of no other; I was going mad-for a moment 1 was mad. After an interval my senscs re turned. I made an effort to rouse my mind from this paralysis,. in order that Imight meet my death, which I now felt was certain, like a man. I stood erect ; my eyes had sunk to the prai rie level, and resting upon the still bleeding victims of my cruelty; my heart emote me at the sight, and I could not help feeling that my fate was a retribution from God. With humble and penitent thoughts, I turned my face to Heaven, almost dreading that some sign of Omnipotent anger would scowl upon me from above. Bit no; the sun was shining as brightly as ever #rid tho blue canopy fthe As I continued looking up an object attracted my attention. It was but a speck when my eye first rested upon it, but every moment it grew larger, until against the sky I distii.guished the dark outlincs of a huge dark bird--I knew it to be the obscene bird of the plains-the buzzard vulture. Whence had it come? who knows? Far beyond the reach of human eye it had seen or scented the slaughtered antelope, and with a broad silent wing, was now descending in spiral gyrations to the feast of death. Presently another, and another, and another, and many others mottled the deep azure, curving wheeling silently earthward; and then the foremost swooped down upon the bank, and after gazing around flapped off towards the prey. In a few seconds the surface of the prairie was black with filthy birds, who clambered over the dead animals, and beat their broad wings against each other, and core out the tongues and eyes with their fetid beaks.-And now came gaunt and hungry wolves-the white and coyote-stealing from cactus thickets, and loping cowardly over the green swells of the prairie; these drove away the vultures, and dragged forth the entrails with the quickness of thought, and growled, and snar-led, and snapped vengefully at each other, and licked their blood clotted jaws with looks of guilty enjoymcnt. "'Thank Ileave-n! I shall at least be savecd from this.' I was soona relieved from the sight of it, my eyes had sunk below the level of the bank, and I had looked my last upon the fair green earth; I could 8e0 only the white gypsum walls that contained the river, and the water that r-an heedlessly between them. Again I fixed my gaze upon the sky, and with prayerful heart endeavored to resign myself to my fate. In spite of my endeavors, the memory of earthly pleasures, and friends and home would come stealing upon me, causing me at intervals to break out into wild paroxysmns of grief, and shouting for help, make fresh and fruitiess struggles. During one of these moments, my horse again neighed, answering my shlouts. A thought struck ue-4 shall se0 him again before I die. Journeyings, shared hardships, had nrade us known to each other; lie would come at my call; the lariat was loosely tied, or the soft cactus would break at a single jeirk. I lost n~ot a moment to attempt Its execution.I raised my voice to its highest pitch and cried, 'Moro,! Moro!' A loud neigh was my answer-a neig b o recognition, that came bncJk u uk as an echo. I shouted again g . Morol Proh!' I Iistenad ith bounding--- heart. "For a momient there wasl asillnce, only a' mnip nt, and then came the hollov Aonrid 9f the prancing hoof; at first rapid . and irregular,: as of a steed strujgIi tand rearing to getJreb;-tbeb heigh; tnd aftei2Lhat), the stro the iron heel in. a .measured and. regular gallop. -Nearer appeared the sounds, nearer, and- nearer," ind .' nearer, until the gallant brute bound. ed out upon the bank; here he halted, and flinging back - his.. tossed -mane, uttered- another shrill neigh. He was bewildered, and looked "n every side, snorting loudly. TI knew thgt = having once seen me, he wo id. not stop until he had pressed his nose against my cheek-his usual custom; and holding up my hand, lonco mote called out the magic words,.'Prob Moro! Prob!' Now, for the first time, -looking downwards, he perceived. my, head, and shoulders above the waters; and stretching himself, he sprung out into the channel, and came towards me. The next moment I held him by the bridle. There was no time to be lost. I was still going down;-and my armpits were fast nearing the surfhce of the quicksand.-Reaching up, I caught the lariat-and passed it under the saddlegirths, fastened it in a frm tight knot. I then looped th i1. "? , ing end, making it secure aron body, and across my ribs. bad la left enough of the rope between the bit ring and the girths, to enable ine to check and guide ;the animal, in case the drag upon my body should - - become top painful. . All, this. while,. the dumb brnto -and replacing without either plu rea rg: My arrangements.were .at eng.h completed, and with feel. mg of awe, I gave o he ig. nal. Here again tb buI cras. re-bor..,o~idcn e- he had to perform. IsteA 1 nRgo' with a start, I felt therop tighten upon me slowly and gradunall, as if it had been drawn by human handa! I experienced the wild delight t feel that, slowly and gradually, too, .I was moving. The lariat cut painfully, and I checked the horse for a moment to rejust the thong. This was done; and giving the signal a second -time, I was drawn from the tenacious ele ment, and felt myself-a feeling . cannot describe-sailing along the water. I sprang to my feet with a shout of joy. 1rushed up to my brave steced, and throwing my arm around his neck, kissed him with as . much delight as Iwould have kissed a beau tiful girl. He answered my emdraco with a low and singular noighing that told me I wras understood. I looked for my rifle. Fortunate. ly it had not sunk deeply, and I soon found it. My boots, with my spurs, remained in the quicksand nd doubt. less, by this time, have reached the granite formation,- to be fessiled and thirown up by some future conval. sion. 1 made noe attem-pbuo rccover them-being smitten with a whole0 some dread of the place wher had loft them-but mounting uff gallanb Moro, I was soon scouring erras tho prairie in the trail of my comnpagnons du voyage. I reached the camp -at aui'ddwn, where I was met with. woded looks, and such questioni s.'Dd er kumn across the gonts?' 'Whers*a yer boots?' 'Whether hev ye been hiuntin' or fishinTY I answered these questions by re lating my adventure;ad gt at least, my horse and m flwere looked upon as the tallest buffers in that gang. Should theo re~ee wander to the Rocky Mounthij, he may hear - the story-math etter told--of 'that are felle '4 wnu fetched right out of tb - Can5cer Cured.--A - wo of our acquaias wph mng serioR y from lt by thiefollowing 9iniplQr givo it, hoping that it in uthier inudividuaJ,..simifrly UI Matke a stron~g decocim bar -lot it ha balotfintiis in try aedhesive plastera Sjwuq 4t pateji if silk cloth,- ai ply, it 'o ten diseased prt. Lot it. . :tiu~fl oo-ff of jt, .elf,-renis . 4 soro h la allk, Lot go watel ~care'W plc ring le treanion;. "dg.Aar ,