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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. r., JULY H, 1807. n l DEAD UP THE CREEK, Somo High-Hoel Times in “tho Dovil’a Quarter Section." ruther not say I6r certain, I kindly ex- pect when the Old Itoj- saw Web Gard ner at the bresh arbor meetin that day he went and picked him out it warn) settin down place and laughed till hie rusty sides hurt. "Hut at nny rate, Web hadn't went down there for the sake of his general health, or to improve his mind. ]!<• went down under the water and got , his name on the church books thata To the bottom of my heart I am rorry ' er ' lhat night he led In the the good Lord, in the gracious plenti- | P' a .' er meetin, and made a short but tude of His wisdom 1 to the sinners. Next morn- Th •' ni K ‘*nr<>Mh Art,or/* nn«l *I)e Chnr.-h They \e,-er Ilullt—Ami the One.tialluM Stateninan Tells the Story. HATS HOLD THE FOET. Tlioy Rofuco to Be Routed by Bulldog or Cat. Kvery STirht They Get, Drunk «in«l Make Kuidit on the Free Lunch In a New York Saloon — A Cnt'a Sad Fate. is a* ami mercy, never has made but the one plain old fe rn ale, Hint-aml- stccl woman exact ly like Aunt Nancy Newton. But she is the onlyest one. No doubt some people have won dered what makes ns love Aunt Nancy like we do. Well, the dear, delightful old sou! has got so many strong claims to my double- breasted regards till it would take a book to tell the reasons why. She talks considerable with her mouth, and says a w hole passle at the same time. 8be is so newsy like and fresh. She knows a tremendous big lot, and she don’t mind tellin it. ••’i he Ucvir* (Quarter SecTIwn.” “For fears somebody else will come along and tell you all the news in re gards to the new church which they never built down there in the Devil’s Quarter Section, maybe 1 mought as well tend to the job right now," says Aunt Nancy to mother and me the last time she come up from tiie old settle ment to bless us with her brief and smilin presence. “Von have been flown there in the forks of Murder creek, liufus; into that skirt of country which everybody calks the Devil's Quarter Section. Well, somew Peres right around in there you will find the church which they never built. "It is a scandalous bad messment they have got over there, Kufus. and that serapegraee Web Gardner is at the bot tom of it. You know Web Gardner—or at any rates, you know him by nam •, and vou know where lie lives. And yon know* there are some people in this world -as pore ami needy as the best of us—that jest naturally don’t have to work—which that is one of the most ! money. in he took a lead in part in the singin, and made a few more seatterin remarks about the sinfulness of sin, and where the wicked would stand on 4hat last and orful day. "That night old Parson Weston give it out that Brother Gardner felt like lie was called and expressed to preach the W.ord, and let his light shine out upon the lost and mint world. So Web he preached that very night. They tell me. he preached a rale good sermont— which 1 don’t doubt that from the fact that. Web Gardner has got sense enough to do most anything lie turns his hand to. Then for two days and nights Web belt forth at the bresh arbor meetin, and from what they tell me, there was a great outpourin and a i mighty ruttlin in the valley of dry bones. ‘‘Then ail of a suddent Web took up a notion that, they must light in at oncst and build a new church right there on the holy grounds where the bresh ar bor stood. It must be a wide-open, free- for-all church—which, you understand, the bresh arbor meetin was belt on that plan—and let Methodists, Baptists and everybody be plum welcome. After tlie Gate Money. “ ‘Salvation’s free,’ says Web. ‘Let the people—one ai.d ail—come up to the founting filled with blood, and rest ui der the shade of the trees, and every body chip in and swell the gate money!* "Now, in the maintime, the people had went w ild over the new preacher. Web hadl jest simply put the Devil's Quarter Section in a sack and sewed it up at both ends. If he didn’t see what lie wanted, all lie had to do was to ask for it. Durin the day he give it out braueast that they would hold a meetin that night and take up collections for the new* church. He was anonymously nominated as a committee to wait up on the crowd uml look after the gate , "Consequentially whei I house before sun up oi I three weeks ago, and t V that he was blcedged strangest tilings in creation to me. But itisso. And Web Gardner is one of them sort. He don’t even do like J ule Nabors —go around huntin for work, but hopin and prayin all the time that he won’t find what he is lookin for. I have no doubts but what Web Gardner is under a heavy Bible oatli that he never will searrify the fair bosom of the earth with a lick of honest work so long as life shall last. "Consequentially when Web rid by our one luoruin about told Andrew Jim to go down in the Devil's Quarter Section that day on some pressi n business, I lowed right then that there must be somethin dead up the creek. Only two days before that 1 had met up with Web’s wife over at the Cross Hoads and she was tellin me how much bad luck had been cornin' their way of late and what a hard time they was bavin to make tongue and buckle meet. We liad already got the news that old Parson Weston was run- nin of a big bresh arbor meetin down in the Devil’s Quarter Section, and when Web rid by that mornin—so pipin soon and in sieh a tempestrons Dig hurry—and told where he was headed for, says 1 to myself, the human race was burned and brung forth unto sin and sorrow and sulTerin, and some body’s time iscomin next. "Well, what did Web Gardner do down in the Devil’s Quarter Section? I don't know where he got the neces sary materials, but he turned up at that big bresh arbor meetin the first day drunk—pluperfectly, bilin, roarin, soukiu drunk. He had three lights right there on the grounds, ripped and cussed till the free and native air was hot and blue in streaks and patches for miles around, and all hut busted up the ‘‘Now then, Rufus, from all I have saw and heard tell of, they had another tremendius outpourin at the meetin lhat night. Old Parson Weston led off v\ith a sermont—which he took his text from along there where the Scripture says the Lord loveth a cheerful giver. At the close of the sermont they sung another song, whilst Web Gardner took Deacon Stiekney’s old stovepipe hat and passed it around for the gate money. “ ‘Any man that wouldn’t chip in a little somethin to help us build a new church right her in the Devil’s Quarter Section is mean enough to stab the sheeted dead,’ says Web, in a loud voice, ‘and fool enough to bet his money on a pair of deuces.’ ** RIest tie tie that binds Our hearts In Christian Jove." “ ‘And any woman person that wouldn't do what she can to help the glorious cause nint a bit too good to curl her bangs with the devil’s toenails, or wear her old mother’s shroud to a breakdown dance. " How bc&utcoua are their feet Who stand on /.Ion's hill." • “ ‘Everybody can cut of the. bread and driidt of the waters free gratis for nothin at all. *1 hen let everybody chip in and swell the gate money. “ Amazin' grace, how sweet the sound Which saved a wretch like me.” “ ‘Now is the onlyest and excepted time. Keck and vou thall find. Give - ► , and it shad be returned back unto you. Cast your bread upon, the waters, and swell the gate money. Git on the band wagon and witness the whole entire performance. “ Let them refuse to ante up What never knowtd the Lord.” ’ Within a stone's throw of Sixth ave nue, where Broadway crosses that thoroughfare at Thirty-fourth street, th^re is, says the New York Sun, a two-story frame building which is over run by rats. The building is an old one. and up to three months ago it had beeir unoccupied for some time. On the ground floor of the building is a saloon., The second floor is used as a reception room, where men and wom en may sit and drink. When the present ceeupant of the building started his saloon his bar tenders were mystified every morning bj* the disappearance of eggs that had been left there under the bar at clos ing time. They couldn't imagine where the eggs went to until a rut was seen eating one of the shells. When the eggs were put out of their reach the rats turned loose on the sugar. Lump and powdered sugar dis appeared in surprising quantities. It was kept in small wooden boxes screwed up to the top of the bar, and the rats bit through the boxes. Haines law lunch began to vanish through a hole in the rear of a big ice box. To get into the ice-box an inside casing of zinc bed been gnawed through. After finding that all the food left over night in the ice box had been stolen or made unfit for use, the pro prietor of the saloon concluded that lie would get rid of his unwelcome guests, lie got a female eat from a friend who gave her a long pedigree as an extermi nator of rats. The eat entered on her new duties, and for two days the rats seemed to have selected a new home. Then the cat gave birth to three kit tens and she w as kept busy earing for them and forgot the rats. Three days after the kittens appeared one was stolen by the rats. The next night an other one was carried off, and the third and last of the litter met a like fate a day or two later. Finally the rats tackled the old eat. In the early morn ing her dead 'body was found on the barroom floor. She was badly hi* ten rxo. / :ii| i. i 'j .Y 'll‘r l II nK The Committee “AbHontulatca.” uuetin. But old Parson Weston belt the tirst base and stood He called Web Gardner by his full name and preached a short sermont to him in the first person, single number— preached hell lire and brimstone and everlastin damnation—and called on Web to Hee from the wrath to come be fore it come. "By the next day Web had slept it off, or ilung it up, and when he put in ids appenrments at 1 he brush arbor mcetui for the second time he was sad-eyed sober. The old parson preached forth another powerful and stirrin sermont—they tell me it was a reglar heart-thumper and sou! rotiscr. And when they sung a song and called for mourners that day Web Gardner was the very first man to conic forth in sackcloth and a*hes, as it were—meat titten for repentance. Right then every body thought tiie dead was alive and the lost was found oncst more. There was shout in and singin and weepiu for joy. The < linreb Tlie»* Never Unlit. "But from what has since come to pass it seems like Web Gardner made a mistake and didn't git nny religion at all to speak of—or it mought be that he took sieh a big dost all of u suddent till it wouldn’t stick. Now, Rufus, if there is anything under the sun and on tiie earth which I do love it is this plain, everyday, old-time religion. But I can't help from bavin my doubts about it when the light breaks in sieh orful big Hoods and sluices. From what the Scripture says, I reckon they use to have that knock-down-n mini rag-out Ktyle of religion. • But my notion is that It the present day and gcueratluu If » sinner don’t come to taw till he gits knocked down and drug In, the Devil needn’t to lose nary lick of sleep about the consequential result* of the ease. And whilst I don’t kuwo aud trculd “Well, white people, the gate money didn’t fail nor refuse to swell. The men folks went down into their Hanks, the sisters went through their thanky by ins guns. | UI) q (i u . rakins and sera iritis and savins of many years was |>oured out there to build a new and free-for-all church in the Devil’s Quarter Section. 1*1! be bound some of them good old sisters forever parted company that night with money which they hud sold eggs and got ill) and 40 years ago. They tell me when the meetin broke up they had raised way up elost to > which they placed the money with Web Gard ner as a committee of one on the new ehureh and told him to proceed with the. proceed!ns. “But then next day when the general roil was called tin* committee on the uew ehureli didn't make any reports to speak of. ia fact, Rufus, the com mittee, gate money and all, come up rnlssin. Web Gardner had shook the sands oaten his Sunday shoes and ab sent ulatvd. Old 1’arson Weston took tw o deacons and one elder and come up to see about it—which he lowed they would then let the law* take her course. But bless grsuHous the committee was absent from home uml not accounted for. Likewise also the gate money. “When they went back and tokl the news, oncst more the virgin air turned red and blue in spots and patches us. Pig as a lied quilt. "No, so fur as I eon hear, the eom- mittee never lias reported back with the gate moneys If Web Gardner is dead there nint no serious doubtsaa to where you could go and tind him. But if be is still amongst the livin there; nint no tellin where. "And in the main time, Rufus, a. high wind come along and Wowed the' big bresh arbor down—the people ran’t hold forth In the church they; never built—and I reckon the oldl Devil has still got the deeds and title-; tnents to his famous Quarter Section Itr* a Ihere iu ih» forks of Murder; PENOBSCOT JUSTICE. How Koine Indians Fitted the I'unlsh* incut to the Crime. “According to the books that 1 stud ied when a boy.’’ began an oldish man at the club the other night, “tiiciln- dians looked down on their w ives, and made them simpl3* beiasts of burden. That may have been so in some places, but it wasn’t always so, or so every where. “A good many years ago there were some Penobscot Indians near my peo- j pie’s place in New Hampshire, who evi- j lently thought a good deal of their squaws, and made one of the bucks ap preciate the fact that his w ife was not TEARS WILL COME. Whoa 'War Votorutm Moot Each Other at Thair Reunions. They Are Not Team of Sorrow, Hut the Welling; I'p and Over- How of Sacred Memories. m Wim * vm If ’reek.” RUFUS SANDERS. SPRANG OVER THE DAR. about the neck, and pieces of her fur were scattered about the floor. There was not any evidence that any of the ruts had been hurt. One of the bartenders owned a bull dog namc<i 3im. •■• V- The bulldog was left in the saloon when it was closed for the night. Early in the morning, when Jim was placed on guard, people passing saw a very angry bulldog rushing up and down the saloon. In the dim light it was hard at tirst to see what he was after. If one looked closely he would make out the forms of big rats close up against the walls of the building. When the dog would rush toward them they would disappear. Kvery little while a rat would rush across the bar room floor. Quick as the bulldog was the rats were quicker, and before man}’ hours Jim was badly rattled. The rats seemed to recognize this fact, for they grew bolder. The struggle for supremacy lasted all night, and the dog was worsted. He killed only one rat, and it was such a costly killing that Jim was banished the next day. The one rat killed was Hrst seen on the sideboard behind tl e liar, Hanked by glassware and un opened bottles of liquor. Jim espied the rai, apparently us soon as it aje pcared, but the dog realized that lie was playing a losing game, and he be came strategic. With his business eye on the rat behind the bar, Jim kept chasing his tormentors) on the floor. Getting iu direct line with the rat on the sideboard, however, Jim made a mighty effort, sprang over the bar and landed on the rat. There was a crash, of glassware, followed, by growls and the squeak of a dying rat. Making sure the job was a thorough one the dog carried the dead body of the rat to the middle of the floor. Crouching dowa beside it he watched to see if life was extinct. He was still on guard when, the saloon was opened in the morning. The cost of getting rid of that one rat was something over $r>0, and the- proprietor of the saloon figured that'. he would be bankrupt at that rate be fore half of the rata had been killed. The rats in the saloon are confirmed, topers. Beer is their favorite beverage, and they wallow In the beer trough every night. Poison was resorted to, but one ex periment put an end to that line of bat-, tie.* The poison was sprinkled on a piece of cheese, but only one rnt nib-, bled It. This one died In the well enff. three days after his demise the wall had. to be torn out. The owner l* afraid to clean the bar troughs nighta for fear the rats would, bite through the beer pip.s to get their supply of intoxicants. . . * - CARRYING HIS BURDEN. a beast of burden. This buck went on what we call a bat, and got drunk —‘drank too much occapee, and C'heepie (devil) got him.’ When he came home he was in bad humor, and, finding ins wife in his way, he stuck her feet iu the fire and burned them off. “The other Indians discovered this very promptly and tried him by a very st mmnry process. The general opin ion was that lie should be executed at once; but one of the elder bucks inter posed and gave this advice: ‘No shoot him; make him live long as squaw live; him carry squaw when she want walk; when squaw die bimeby. then we shoot.’ “This advice appealed to the other men, and they decided to punish the buck as the old chief suggested. So tiie buck carried his wife around on his back whenever the tribe moved, when ever she wanted to go any place. So far as I learned, she did not hesitate about moving around. Of course the buck hated to carry her, but the beauty of the. arrangement was that he didn’t dare to illtreat her, much less kill her, because his life depended on hers. If she died, he knew the tribe would kill him. “I don’t know how long this punish ment lasted—who died first, or if after her death he was pardoned or executed. If those Indians didn’t make the pun ishment fit the crime, I don’t know who did, either; not Gilbert’s 'Mi kado,’ at any rate." ENRAGED BY BLOOMERS. Horse In Seotluml Attack* Three Women llleyele Riders. A most unusual incident occurred on the Dumbarton road, near Glasgow, three lady cyclists being suddenly con fronted and attacked by a riderless horse. They had dismounted and stood aside to let it pass, but instead of do ing so it stopped and attempted to seize them. Dropping their bicycles in alarm upon the road, they tried to run past the animal, but he was ou the alert and twice leaped over the bicycle its efforts to reach them. They then made for a hedge by the roadside and two of them managed to crawl safely beneath it out of reach. The third, however, was not so lucky. Before she could es cape the animal had seized her hat with its teeth and torn it from her head. It n Zi wZ'l ;'/// /Mil! Ii" •"sV MADE A SNATCH AT HER RACK. next made a snatch at her back, but was unable to fix its teeth in her clothes. At this point several men came to her aid, beat off the animal with sticks, and led it back to u farm from which it had escaped. One of the ma chines was somewhat damaged by the horse, but fortunately all the ladies were abl* t» ride home. Vw-vho’ae* for Farmer*. Farml^r »i*\* iu Carroll county, Md., are supplied with a telephone service at $15 a year, and it is said by those who have tried it that life in the coun try is made far more attractive when instant communication can be had with the family doctor, the post office, and village stores, to suy nothing of an occasional chat with u distant friend. The c ost of the Service is more than re turned in various ways. , _ Probably Had No llnreaa. At Centralia, Mo., lives a man who haa worn the same gold collar button for 40 years. It was presented to him when he started from his lioins there w ith a drove of sheep for California in 1*37. He wore it throughout hit sub sequent ndrenturona career In the Rocky Mountain states, British Colum bia, the south during the war time, the West Indies and Panama. My good, happy and genial friend, Charley Lane, delivered a most enjoy able lecture on the analysis of laugh ter, or "Why Do We Laugh?” Now, if he will analyze our tears ami) tell us why we do weep, we will* the better mi di rstand another one of the mysteries of our emotional humanity. Why does a man weep when there is no sorrow iu his heart—especially an old man— a veteran? If it were not pathetic it would be ftinny to see the tears in these old soldiers' eyes us they met and munched and' listened to the* martial music or sat together under the sound of words that came front the lips of old men eloquent—old comrades in arms— words that awakened soul-stirring memories and quickened) into life the hard but heroic scenes that were liv ing facts a third of a century ago. How hard they look—these old soldiers— hard in face and feature, but soft in heart. It seems to me I can pick them out from, common people. Every wrin kle tells of service, of suffering and dis appointment. The bronze on their fur rowed faces has never yet been bleached and their walk is still a true but tired march. Yes, I can pick them out ail around me. Lock at old (‘apt. Neal and Maj. Foute, and McCandless and Durham and Mounteastle. They can’t hurry now. Their quick step has gone. They marched and countermarched, they advanced and retreated, they charged and •double-quicked for fotir long years*, until the spring of their in step was worn down to a plane with heel r.rd toe. and row it is a fact that the hollow of the foot makes a hole in the ground. But why should an old man weep? 1 remember that when Ben Hill's statue was uncovered ami the great speeches were over and queenly Winnie Davis was brought forward on the platform andt presented to us as the daughter of the confederacy by.Gen. Gordon, ac clamations rent the air and reached the heavens and made the welkin ring. Then everybody cried) except those who had no feeling—no emotion—no pa triotism. Oid Gen. Black was leaning heavily upon me and 1 felt the quiver of ids massive frame. He leaned, more, heavily and 1 turned quickly to look Into his face and saw the tears cours ing down as freely as if lie were a boy. As I brushed my own away- I said 1 : "What is the matter, general? Do you want some water? Are you about to faint?” "Oh. no—no,” raid 1m, "just let mo alone and holdtme up a little. I ntn feel ing good. Thank God for His mer ries. 1 feel like old X iced emus when he said: ‘Now let me die, since I have seen Thy salvation.’" The medical books tell us that tears are contagions. We ail know’that and have experienced it, but ordinarily our tears come from our own emotions and not from another’s. I suppose that there were probably 10,000 bona fide veterans at Nashville, and while under the influence of the occasion, the sur roundings, the memories of the past- and the thoughts that breathed and)the word's that burned!, they all shed tears or felt like it. Wbat a spectacle for northern* eyes.! What a commentary on northern intolerance! How long will it take to eradicate our love for the lost cause or our admiration for its heroes? Like father, like son and daughter, and it is already transmit ted down the line from generation to generation, and- in a few years more these reunions will be baptized 1 with another name and be called) the sons of the confederate veterans. I said that* probably there were lO.OCO real bona fide confederate veterans gathered at Nashville, for ft is n fact that our vet erans arc swiftly passing away. There are not 100.000 now alive—not more than one in seven of ail who served. There might have been more, but nn- pensionedi soldiers don’t live forever; neither do they multiply as the years roll on. “ Time cuts down all, Both great and small.” Except a pensioned soldier. No. For the peace and brotherhood* of all our people it would have been .”ar better for the north to have saM 30 years ago: “Now let us- be brethren. You thought j'ou were right, and may be 3*ou were. You fought a good fight and shall have your share of this pen sion money.” If Lincoln l ad. lived he would have said so und stood-on that platform. Walter Scott says: “Woe awaits a country when she sees the tears of bearded men,” and so it would be bet ter to conciliate our people with kind ness rather than to alienate them with abuse and unfriendly legislation. See what a martyr and a hero our people have made of Sam Davis, the noble bo.y who held his honor dearer than his life. And this reminds me to say that I have a letter, a good letter, from II. S. Halbert, of Crawford. Miss., who was an nrni3* comrade of Calvin Cnozicr, tiie Texas soldier who was put to death. l>3* order of Col. Trowbridge at New berry, S. (\, for resenting an insult given a lady by a negro soldier. I wrote of this in a former letter and of the monument the good people of Xew*-« berry had erected to his memory. The negro was but slightly wounded and in the confusion iu theear another man. was arrested for the deed. When* Crozier learned this he gave himself' up and was shot at sunrise. Mr. Hal-' bert had never heard of Crozier’a fate until he read It In the (>*?*«♦ jtutlon and. he now begs for more information con-J rerning him and his sad fate. Will pome one who knows please write to him. He says that Crozier was a noble man and a gallant soldier and belonged to Goode’s battery organized at Dallaa, Tex. Sam Daviu and Calvin Crozier were but two. We bad many more just like them, but lliev* were not so tried. But speaking of tears and war th« most touching lines ever w ritten were by Lnnghorne, who died more than 100 years ago: "Cold cn Canadian hills or Minder’s plain. That weeping mother mourned her hus band slain: Eer.t o’er her babe, her eye dissolved In dev/— The Mg drops mingling with the milk ho drew. What a sad presage of his future years— The child of misery baptized in (far*.” What could be more sweetly, sadly pitiful. No wonder that Burns shed tears when he looked at the print that had been made of Ihe scene. Why has not -some great artist taken the hint and painted it to theriife— the mother seeking her dead husband among tiie slain on a battefield and weeping over her child as he nursed from her breast —“the big drops mingling with the milk lie drew.” It is enough to make an angel weep. It is enough to em phasize Gen. Sherman’s pitiless remark that— “War is hell.*' The poet Rogers said the prftticst thing about it tear. He wanted to find a chemist who could crystallize one so that he could wear it ns a gem next to his heart for a talisman. Kliakes- peare calls the tears of an old man “honorable dew that silvers down thy cheeks,” and another poet describe* man as “a pendulum betwixt a smilo ami a tear.” So we will let these old soldiers weep if they wish to. It will do them good for thev* are not tears of sorrow nor grief. They are the welling up and overflow of sacred memories. It is like unto a man after \ ears ami y^irs of wandering going back to the home of his youth .'T.d greeting his kindred and schoolmates and commun ing together about the jo\*s and sor rows of the olden time. These veterans all shared a common peril and it is but natural that they should love to get together and talk of it. So let them meet and talk and weep if the3* feel like it, and curses be upon the heart less set. who scoff at it and say oh. let the old war go—we are tired of it.— Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. DANGERS OF THE DEEP. A Late Survey I-Lvitosen Over 200 Hocks mill SiioiilH. There has just been completed by tiie English government a survey of the seas and coasts of the world, which has resulted iu the discovery and charting of 200 rocks and shoals, all dangerous to navigation, of which mariners have heretofore had no general knowledge whatever. Although England has ac complished the task, the results will be of equal benefit to vessels of all nations iu navigating the oceans everywhere. Ten vessels were employed in this work, four around the coasts of Eng land, .Scotland and Ireland, and six in other parts, such as Newfoundland, the Mediterranean, the South Pacific, Aus tralasia, etc. Notwithstanding the progress of h3’drography, and the con stant employment of English and other surveying vessels in all parts of tiie world, the requirements of modern steam navigation increase more rapidly than the advance of surveys. Every 3’eur newly discovered rocks are re ported, the number of which show s no signs of diminishing. Of the 200 rocks and shoals reported as dangerous to navigation 17 were re ported 1)3* surveying vessels. 15 by othsr English ships, 17 by various British and other vessels, 21 were discovered by ves sels striking on them, and 130 were re ported b3’ colonial and foreign govern ments. A good deal of unsuccessful /wxirching for rocks or shoals is report ed, and on the English coast seme re markable chan gen are recorded a*' oc- euring. For instance, it is Mah-d that a report having been received at the admiralty that the. Prince Consort shoal, off Cowes, appeared to be wrongly charted. Staff Commander Haslevvood made an exam ination of the shoal, the result .showing that it had shifted bixiiiy about a cable to the southeast of the position it occu pied in 1S81. As this shoal hud no ex istence previous to 1804 it will be inter esting to watch its future movement*. In Australasian waters the English ship Dart was successful in its search for the I’earn reef, a dangerous rock re ported in , 1675 b3* a small pearling schooner as seen in latitude 11 degrees 20 minutes south, near the track recom mended for shipping. Fruitless at tempts had lx*en made on several previ ous oix-osions to find this rook, and it was generally believed not to exist, though a warning was retained on the chart. A *tearner, however, having touched something while passing the locality, further search was ordered, and a small coral jock was dineevered, with a depth of onl>’ ten fret of water over it, lying directly on the line of the recommended truek.-* N. Y. Herald. Aneathctlr* mm Awnkrnrr*. A Danish scientist. Dr. Johannson, of the agricultural high school at Copen hagen, has discovered that chloroform and ether have a wonderful power iu awakening the vegetable kingdom. While they put the animal world asleep, a closed flow er can be reopened iustant- ly by either of these agents. A Gentle Rebuke. “I wish," said the prig at dinner, “that the host hud placed u gentleman opposite roe." “Why," inswtred his disappointed i neighbor, “3XM1 could hnrdl3* be more opposite to a gentleman tluiu you are." —Tit-Bits. Not Altoirether *n Error. Teacher—If the founder of u family is called an ancestor, what is on* of the present generation called? Tommy—A de—er*-degenerate, sir! —Puck. Not Juat Then. "Almost any man will admit that he’* Ruble to make mistakes." "Yes, except when he nmke* ’em.**— Chicago Journal. .