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Luxagfiâ€"u . - *a: mu:- R21. . , l, . ' - ..._1.._m‘ 1.1.... HOUSEHOLD. The Old Homestead- Whert. the old pine stands so tall and straight, - Guarding alono its dying mate From the winds ' hich sway it to and fro, And the cruel winter's bail and snow. here stands halt hid, ’ncath living and dcad, - The logs that remain of the old Homestead. The path is winding that leads you down From the old stage road to thatsacrcd ground, Arid the flowers planted in days of yore Still bloom as sxveet by the old oak door; And the ivy yet by nature 18 led, And creeps o’tr the roof of the old Homestead. Oh that the years might turn in their flight, To look from io-day back into the night! Bring back the scenes of tho dear old home, And péace each form ’round the old hearth- 5 one. Alld to hear the voices of thosclong dead Ilmg out once more in the old Homestead! See Grandma. knitting in her old arm chair. Stockings and socks for us childr on to wear; While we for whom so much was done, ‘ Thought little of work but IOLS of fun; And never were ready to go to bed, Up in the attic of the old Homestead. Grapdpa with pipe is reading the news, W hlle mother is greasing the children's shoes; And Rover out side with his piping bark Is kccpmg vigilance in the dark, I! tiling the hearts of those with dread Who come at night to the old Homestead. “How calm it seems here,”â€"has it always V been so? » 1V0; things were quite difl’eronta few years ago, _ VVherilyylo fished in the creek at the foot of the L . Whose ufiaters turned slowly the wheel of the nu â€" The mill which at that time clothed and fed The gay little ones in the old Homestead. So I_hope you may stand; old pine tree dear, About-incl ycNor many a year. X ou‘ve been so fa‘i thful. kind and true. To more than the one who planted you; And before you die just how your head And drop thorc a tour by the old Homestead. lilies H. Rose. A Wise ~Mother- “ Don’t tell mother. She’ll go ofi‘ into a fit if you do. There’s not the slightest danger, but she frets ever nothing.” The speaker was a boy of about fourteen years of age, and his audience consisted of several companions. As he spoke a lady happened to be passmg. . “ Frets over nothing l” she repeated, as she went her way. “ How many mothers there are of whom that has been said by their children, and with truth 1” It is undeniably true that the mothers work. Square stove cloths, made of heavy cotton in the frying pan on top of the stove. Luncheon Cake.â€"â€"Onc cupfnl of sugar, one-half cup of butter worked to a fine cream, one egg, one cupiul of sweet milk, tWO oupfuls of flour, t-bree' teaspoonfuls of _ baking powder. Flavor with grated nut- ‘ meg. Bake in a shallow pan well lined with buttered paper. It isa. good way to frost the ' top of this cake and decorate it with English walnut meats. Corn Griddle Cakes.â€"Sift a pint of corn meal, add salt to taste and a. tublespoonful of lard, mix with sweet milk into a thin batter about the consistency of boiled cus- tard. Beat three eggs separately, add the yo ks, and just. before you begin cooking the cakes stir in the beat-en whites. Have a griddle very hot, but not hot enough to burn, greaso it well and batter to cook in large spoonfuls, one spoon- ful to a. place, turn over the cakes quickly. Sponge Ceke.-â€"One largo cup of sugar, four eggs beaten light, three tablespoonfuls of milk, two toaspoonfuls of baking powder, one large cup of flour ; flavor with lemon. This makes a small cake. It. should be baked in a shallow, square pan, and eaten fresh. Browned Potatoesâ€"Let potatoes boil until they are nearly done; half an hour before taking your meat roast from the oven put the potatoes in the dripping pan With it and bests them often with the meat gravy. Serve as soon as they are a delicate , brown. About The House- V‘v'ire dish cloths are very helpful in washing ironware. . Mix stove polish with strong soap-suds; this gives a lustre without too ll‘llOll hard or linen, are preferable in many ways to the ordinary holder. A small, durable match-safe of iron, costing a dime, should surely have its special place in an aspiring or well ordered kitchen. Two Widths of cl‘eese cloth as long as the dining table will be a good protector. Sew the selvege edges together and hem the opposite ends. ' As you wash the dishes carry them back to the table instead of putting them in the china closet, and set the table ready for the next meal. Do not imagine you are wasting fuel by opening the windows when the room is too warm. Fresh air is essential to a healthful who fret unnecessarily are not the ones who atmosphere, but dampness is an enemy. have the greatest influence over their children. An effective table cloth when well laun- The reason is. that by allowing i dried is a heavy, perfectly plain damask, themselves t0 fret over malter Of very which in its unbroken expanse of shining llbble consequence, they are 9-135 501089 the” purity well carries out the suggestion of pgwer of influence when it is. really need- e . There is a wise mother whom we know who is almost continually exercised in her mind on account of her extreme nervous- ncss. casual call, found her so restless as to be quite unable to attend to her regular duties about the house. . ” \Vhat is the matter?” She asked. “ Is any one sick ‘1" “No,” replied the mother, half laugh- ing, half crying ;- “ and Isuppose I am very foolish. The truth is, my boys have just erected a. trapeze at the back of the house, and I am greatly depressed with the fear that one of them may be killed.” ,ure almost endless. I made in this country and the lingo damasks One day a. lady visitor, making a; :patterns such as the “ snowdrop” of our I great grandmothers, the blocks of France, .thc clover-leaf and shamrock, possess a; snowy linen. The varieties and patterns in table linens No linen damask is to be found in every well cquippe {linen closet are imported. The sbioned certain elegance and simplicity that will sustain their popularity. 7 ~ ‘ w~~~W-w Two some are INDIANS Starved to Booth in Far-(HY Labrador. A Quebec special says :â€"â€"A private letter m “ Why don’t you compel them to take : received here from Messrs. Low antlanton, it down, - then?” said the visitor. “ I should like to see myself worrying about a. trouble that could be so easily removed. You are surprisingly weak and foolish about those boys of yours.” Her voice was so full of scorn that it aroused the mother’s spirit, and taking her visitor to the window, she pointed to a group of boys whom she had just caught sight of. _ “ Isn’t that boy in the brown cap yours?” she asked: “ Yes,” was the reply. “ And who are the ether boys?” “ I really don’t know ; how should I?” “I do. They are Tom Burgess and Dick Styles, two of the worst, lads in the ' It would hurt me,” she continued, “to have my boys seen in their company. I prefer to run the risk of their falling from the trapeze ; the danger is no greater.” The visitor turned, with a very red face. “You have tang t me a. lesson,” she said. f‘ Yet, I do not see why, in our endeavor to keep our boys at home, we should allow them to have amusements which are a. source of worry to ourselves.” “ Very nervous people cannot stand every sort of boyish play,” returned the mother with a significant smile. “ I know that I am naturally nervous, and disposed to find danger in everything. I also know that it is perfectly natural for healthy boys to enjoy play in which there is an ele- ment of danger, and that they will be sure to engage in it sometime, with or wit-bout consent. If my boys must perform on a. trapeze, I would rather it would be at home, - where I can give “them immediate attention in case of an accident ; and as I have concluded to accept it as one of the lesser evils, I do not intend to spoil their enjoyment by letting them see how nervous it makes me.” , “ “7e11, I believe youzl boys are wonder- ful stay-at-homes,” said the visitor thcught- fully. , “ And I know that I have their confid- ence," replied the mother. “ They call me a. ‘ right good fellow,’ and say that I am as good as a boy any day l They would be surprised if they know how much trepida- tion I have endured in my efforts to enjoy with them what they call ‘ jolly good fun’!” , This simple incident needs no comment. There are surely some mothers who need the useful lesson it teaches. Tried Recipes. A Potato Salad.â€"â€"Cut cold potatoes into small slices. Then make a dressing as fol- lows : Break two eggs in u. dish with eight tablespoonfuls of vinegar, one rounding tablespoonful of butter, one-half teaspoon- ful of mustard. Set the dish in boiling water and stir constantly until of the con. sistency of cream, add. pepper and salt, pour over the potatoes and mix lightly. Salmon and Potato Bailsâ€"Add to potato that has been mashed with a. little cream, one third of its bulk of canned salmon. Mix well together, season with a little sa-‘t and pepper and make in to small flat cakes ; dip these in flour and put them info the oven to brown on a. well buttered pan and turn them so that both sides will be browned just "Lv- -- DAL-.....~._'__:.. place. , of the Geological Survey of Canada, who left last June via. lake St. John and Mis- tassani forUngava bay, near the extreme northern limit of the Labrador peni‘ gala, conveys the startling intelligence that some 200 Nascapee and Montagnais In: (liens were .starwed to death last winter lin Northern Labrador. It- is not known definitely how the letter came from Un- oava buy. It was reeeivod at Lake St. John by Mr. Cumming, who has sent ex- tracts only from it to a friend in town. It is probable that it came Via. England, however, and reached there by the End- 1 son bay vessel that annually plies to Un- .gava bay and Hudson straits. The expe- l (lition'headed by Mr. Low reached Ungava. i at the end of August, after an exceedingly perilous and difficult journey through C the interior of Labrador, which lasted about two months. They expected to lwinter at Fort Chime, situated on the iKoksoak river which flows into Ungava ,‘oay, but .were compelled .to push on to l Esquimaux bay in consequence of a. short.- agc ‘of supplies at Fort 'Chimo. This is- attributcd to the distress in which the Indians were found last winter, the officials claiming to have distributed to such of them as reached the fort alive fully two years’ stock of the fort’s provisions. _ Next spring, in order to resume their explorations, Messrs. Low and Eaton will have to retrace their steps to Ungava. The destitution of last winter amongst the In- ] (liaue is due to the almost entire failure of the cariboo hunt last autumn. Usually at the approach of winter these. animals come lfrom the interior towards the coast in enormous herds and hundreds are often , killed in a single day and their flesh frozen lvfor winter use. The Indians there have scarcely anything else to look to for the means of subsistence. WW A House Built of Sea-Shells- The ruins of some very strange habita- tions are to be found all over Arizona. The most of them are built of adobe or concrete, which is plentiful, and the only thing. that cannot be explained is who were their builders. But there is one ruin in the Huachuca Mountains, which is a mystery. It; is two hundred miles from the ocean, and around it on all sides are rocks and hills of sand. not even the suggestion of it, and yet the house is built of sea-shells, laid in cement. It is hardly likely that the builder of the house would have carried his material across the desert, when there were rocks at hand that would have served his purpose and the question isâ€"wberc did the shells come from? There are a dozen varieties in the walls,and l one over the door is of extraordinary size. I The house has room inside it for five or six ' persons. 0 .._____.___,,_..__.... “ Folks is always makin’ fun of do follcrs dat dc worl’ cells ‘has-bcens.’ ” said Uncle Mose, “but it looks to me lak it am a heap, 1 better for a. man to be a. l‘as-becn clan to be a nebher-wus.”-â€"- Little sonâ€"~“What is bricks made of ?” Mrs. Youngma--“Bricks are made of l clay.” “But clay is Soft, ma.” “After the lyes, I know now. 'Like your biscuits.” l put down the ‘ There is no water for miles, l YOUNG FOLKS. â€"»-- «A Secret. A When I am sent to bod at night. ' Ono candlc’s given me to light My way along the darkened hall, \Vherc shadows crowd an i leap and fall. But I’ve two candles in my room, Which serve to banish all the gloom. Asingle one my bureau has. \Vliilc one burns in the looking-glass. HOW JUMBLES BECAME BRAVE. There was once a beautiful fairy named Crystal, who lived in a. most magnificent house on the top of a high mountain. This house was furnished in the mostlavish man- ner with every splendid and costly thing which houses can have. 7 But there was one strange thing about the house of this fairy. It had no doors. Now, this might be very queer, indeed, for the house of an ordinary mortal, but it made no "difference to fairies, of course. Fairies are quite able to appear and disappear without troubling themselves to open and shut doors. They may creep in and out of windows, or blow up and down chimneys, perhaps. Anyway, this fairy could, and as she forgot all about putting doors in her house, it must have been because she had no necessity for having them. But one day old Lady Crystal called for a. cup of tea. in a hurry, for old lady fairies are fond of having frequent cups of tea. A little fairy boy named Jumbles was sent to carry it to her. Now, Jumbles was not so expert at getting about without doors as some of the older fairies. At any rate, as be was passing the cup of tea down the chimney some drops of the hot tea. spilled on his hand. He dropped~ the cup of tea in a hurry. It fell and broke to pieces at the foot of Lady Crystal,“ she sat by the hearth and the tea splashed all over her gown. “ You careless, blundering boy l” she cried. She jumped up and struck her wand three times on the ground. “ How "dare yon break my china. in such a reckless fashion ‘2" Little Jumbles stood trembling in front of her chair. His knees knocked together and his hair stood straight. “ Please, your ladyship, I was‘scared,” said little Jumbles. “ Scared, indeed l” returned old Lady, Crystal contompt-uously. “ You’ve got to learn to band a cup of tea. whether you are scared or not ! So be off, and learn it without delay ! Don’t come back until you’ve learned it 1” Then she pulled off little Jumbles’s pretty wings and left him looking like any other little boy. And then she threw him out of the window. Little Jumbles was not hurt. He jumped up and ran away as fast as he could. He had not gone far when he met a donkey. “Where are you going, little J umbles '2” asked the donkey. ' ' “ I am going to find a master who will teach me to hand a cup of tea. Without being scared,” replied Jumbles. “Come with me,” said the donkey, teach you.” V So every day Jumbles handed cups of tea to the donkey. And every day the donkey made the most horrible noise whenever little Jumbles appeared with his cups of tea. Jumbles was very frightened at first when he heard it. But he soon learned "to band a cup of tea. without trembling in the least, no matter how lend the donkey braycd. So on day he asked permission to leave. “Not so fast. My cousin, the apo, can teach you a thing or two i” replied the don- key. So little Jumbles went to live with the ape. Now, the ape was one of the ugliest animals in the forest. And every day, when little Jumbles brought him his cup of tea, the ape would make the most terrible grimaces at him. .When little J umbles first saw the faces the ape made he was nearly frightened to death. He broke a great many cups and saucers before he succeeded in handing one properly. v But after a few weeks’ experience Jumbles could hand a. cup of ten. to the ape with a. graceful air,‘ no matter how dreadful a face the ape made. Then be wanted to go home. ' “ You had better try a few weeks with «my friend the lion before you coneiderydur education finished,” answered the ape, thoughtfully. Little Jumbles was dreadfully scared at first,for the lion wasnotonly frightfullyugly to look at, but he roared in the wickedest manner if his ten. was too hot, or not sweet enough. But, besides this, little Jumbles knew that if the lion chose he could swallow him down like a. pill, and that was enough to scare any one. ‘ So for a long time Jumbles found it bar to get over his fear of the lion. Every day his knees shock and his hands trembled. when he handed the lion his cup of tea.- A3 for the lion, he took a pleasure in roaring and growling in the fiercest way Whenever little J umblea appeared. One day When Jumbles sat outside the lion’s castle wondering sadly if the day would ever come when he could return to his fairy home, he heard a sweet- voice sing- ing : Fearless and free Asa bird I would be! Far away I \Vould fly. would fly. Over the mountains and over the sea, To the home where my heart is longing to be, “ All i” said Jumbles to himself, “ there is someone as homesick as I am.” He looked up, and at the window over his head he saw the loveliest little maiden he ever beheld. Her hair fell all about her in showers of gold, and her beautiful blue eyes were turned to the sky as she kept on singing her song of loneliness and home. “ What a cruel old monster the lion must be to keep prisoner such a dear little maid- en l” thought Jumbles indignantly. He thought about the pretty prisoner so hard that he forgot his own fear of the lion, and that night, when he handed the lion his cup of tea, he paid no attention to the lion’s roars nor the ueg faces he was making. He was considering a very bold thing ; he was thinking how to get the charming maiden out of the old lion’s power and to carry her away with him to fairyland. “ It seems to me you are not so afraid of me as you used to be,” said the old lion suspiciously. ' “Oh, no, master,” answered Jumbles; “ I am learning to be fearless. That is the way to become a man“ Shall I sing you to sleep ‘2” “ Yes, you may," returned the lion. “1 l 0133’ is shaped. the bl'iCkS are band,” "0h: think I drink too many cups of tea nowa- days. They make me sleepy.” “1:11 I her 500 steerage passengers aboard. l l l u I This was just what Jumbles longed to hear. He took the lion’s harp, and stand- ing before him, begun to sing the maiden’s song. As he sang he held his head up before the lion, and he knew that he would never be afraid of lions again! And the lion‘s head fell back, and he lay stretched out fast asleep. Jumbges sang louder and louder, and his song 5\ elled out so clear and high that. it reached the tower it. which the captive maiden dwelt. And soon faint and sweet came her answer: Over the mountains and over the sea, To the home where my heart longs to be, And the lion was sound asleep I Then Jumbles stood up, and guided by the sound of the song he reached the tower where the maiden dwelt. One by one as he. touched them the doors flew open before him, for nothing can stand before a fearless heart. “ Ah, you have come,” she said. “ Did you expect me ‘2” asked Jumbles. “ Oh, yes,” she answered. “ \Vhen I heard you singing of home I knew you were coming. You are the fearless one I have been watching for so long l” “ It is because I have learned to be fear- less that I came,” replied Jumbles. “ And new we can both go to fairyland.” “ Oh, yes,” she answered, “I will go with you. In a faraway country I was a. Princess; but to be in fairyland is better than that 1” “Indeed it is!” exclaimed Jumbles. So the Princess put her band in his, and as she did so his pretty fairy wings sprouted out again. He flew away with her to fairylaud, and when they reached the home of the fairy ,Cryst-al, what did Jumb- lcs do but call for a._cup of tea. And then he and the Princess flew down the chimney with it to the Lady Crystal, who was still sitting there, just as she had been sitting in the far-off day when Jumbles broke the cup of too. at her feet. “Here is your cup of tea, LadyCryatal,” smiled Jumbles. “I have learned to carry it without spilling a drop!” “Dear me!” exclaimed L1dy Crystal. “You have learned something else, I fancy! So this is what happens when a young man sets out to be fearless!” And then Jumbles and the Princess and the Lady Crystal all took a. cup of tea to- gether. Cups of tea, like everything else, come whenever they are wanted in fairy- land. “brooms or PERIL. incidents of the Great Storm on the Eng- lish Coast. A despatch from Milford to the London papers confirms the report of the steamer Kil-aruey’s captain that it was the National line steamship Hclvctia which he tried to take in tow ten miles from Milford on Saturday. The Helvetia’s signals of dis- tress were answered. eventually by the Government tug Storm Cock, which took her in tow and brought her to Milford Haven. There she 'now lies at anchor with Chief Oflieer Swanston, of the steamship Hemp. shire, which went down off Gunnard Head, told this story of the last' part of the ves- sel’s voyage :â€"-“ We ran before the gale for thirty hours. Then as we saw the leak was gaining we lowered two boats and put away from‘the ship. The captain commanded one and I commanded the other. The captain’s boat was swamped and all hands went under. My boat began filling and we had to jump overboard. I saw nothing more of the others. I was thrown asbere bruised, half stunned and with three ribs broken. I managed, how- ever, to climb the. cliffs and get help.” A crowd‘ gathered at' the docks ‘in Liverpool Saturday night to await the steamship Luca. in, but she did not arrive until Sunday morning. The last passen- I gers left her at 2 .o’clock this afternoon; l g l Several of them were disabled. The Lucania was towed into the Mersey, which is full of wreckage- The British steamer Sagamore, which sailed from Boston on November 7th, is in the Mersey. She is badly battered. Her officers say that many of her cattle died or had to be killed during the storm. The vessel reported to have been wrecked of? Sand End, Baulfshitje, on Friday night, was probably the steamer Moray. She had a crew of fifteen, all of whom are supposed to have been lost. A forty ton crane used in completing the harbor at Tynemouth was blown ‘down' Saturday night and the‘harbbr W'orks were damaged to the extent of £10,000. A body was cast up on the beach at Margate to- da. . cagtain of the brigantine Economy. The l British ship Garsdale, that some time ago arrived at Hullfrom Tacoma, is probably lost. She was being taken to the Tyne in tow. W'hcn off Flamborough head, on the North sea, the tow lines parted and the Garsdalo wentadrift. . TRAINS DELAYED BY snow. A heavy snow fall is reported in some parts of the country. A train left Saffron- Walden, in Essex, at 8 o’clock ln‘tlie morn- ing for Haverhill. It got stuck in the snow at Bartlow, and finding it impossible to proceed returned to Saffron-Walden. The snow lies in drifts twelve feet deep on the railroads. The 4.45 train from London for Cambridge was snowed in yesterday morn- ing near Royston. One hundred men worked all day in digging out the train. Snow ploughs had gone on in advance of the train and they were inbedded in the drifts. Towards night the track was suill. oicntly clear. for the train to proceed. All went-well until Harston was reached where the train stuck again. The passengers then abandoned it. ' Mrs. Eyre, a. local carrier, of Smalley, was found dead in the snow yesterday on the road to Derby, to which place she had started to walk Saturday. M-W Mr. Snarleyâ€"“ Your sex are natural born scandabmongers. I often wonder how you manage to get hold of all the latest scandals of the day." The ladies (in chorus)â€"-“ Our husbands and brothers bring them home from the club to us.” “ Do you know,” said Cholly Bitkins, “ I think these jokes about fellows having the ticket but no ovahcoat a’he vewy wudc and impwopah.” “ So do I,”said Billy Batkins ; ” think of the way they barrow up us fellows who haven’t even any tickets.” Hostâ€"“I hate to send you out in such a blustering night as this, old fellow.” Guestâ€"“ It is raining pretty ‘ hard. I say, couldn’t” you lean me your umbrella '2” Hostâ€"-“Ccrta-inly; andâ€"erâ€"I guess I’ll walk home with you myself. I really need the exercise.” It was identified as being that of the . I.-- , “pm, _...,........-..',,...... ‘ . .. l r . -, r ,. , I M in ‘ STORIES or THE FRASER. 'l‘old by Douglas Sled.ch in an English Paper. We are now right. in the Siwash country. Siwasb is the name you apply to-the male Coast-Indians ; a woman is a Klootchmcn. All down the valley of the great riverâ€"the lordly Fraserâ€"one sees at short intervals the pithetic little graveyards, with crosses :nd flags and flu ttering rags, and evidences if your being among fish-loving people. The mlmon is to the Indian of British Columbia: what the maize was to the Six Nations, and the aloe to the Aztec. In the summer he eats it fresh, in the winter he eats it the reverse of fresh. Salmon onltho march up the Fraser are a sight never to be forgotten. Fer above North Bend, not very much be- low Lytton, we first saw them â€"tbe rather inferior variety known as Sock-Eyes. Five different families of salmon migrate up the Fraser every year. The column was MANY MILES LONG, and, as far as one’could judge, "about 10 feet wide and several feet deep. They had been so buffeted in their long journey from the seavthat the column looked blood-red, for the Fraser is a masterful river, running like a. millrace, and in its narrow gorges, where there are immense bodies of water to be carried off through gates of rock, often from 50 feet to 100 feet deep. Even steam- ers can make no headway above Yale, and the poor salmon have to creep up the sides out of the current, and are often half an hour in doubling the angle of a. jutting head- land. The Indians take advantage of this, and build stages rickety enough" to give a. white man the vertigo, against the face of the rocks at these points, where they stand with a polo-net made like a huge lacrosse bat, and, as the unfortunate salmon is struggling round the corner. SCOOP 111M OUT. They can often get them much more easily, because the salmon in their anxiety to lay their eggs,press up every little creek in search of a resting place. In the main stream they are driven ruthlessly on by the vast army of their follows behind till they reach the Shuswap Lakes, just as the Irish were crowded out of Europe into Ireland by the Tcutons and Scandinavians and others of the lode-Germanic family, who were in such a hurry to get away from the roof of the world (if the Pamirs were really the cradle of civilization). ' When the Indian has caught his salmon he splits them up and hangs them in the sun to dry on a frame, which looks as if it was the skeleton of a. barn. Higher up, near Shuswap, he is apt to use the gables of his but ; the Siwashes have such degraded- looking noses that the smell does not signi- fy. The closeness with which salmon pack themsolvcs isvlnarvellous ; they might have studied the arrangement of a sardine tin. I have seen hundreds of them in a pool that would not. hold a billiard table; people have swept them out with branches before now in such pools and the smaller creeks. These salmon average 81b. or 91b. apiece. It is very pretty to see them Gnossmo AN EDDY. They do not seem to feed when once they are fairly in frcSh water ; they have never ‘ been known to take a. bait in the river. It is always said theta. certain noble lord signed away' the whole of \Vashmgton state to the Americans because the salmon would not rise in the Columbia. It will give an idea how thick the salmon were when I mention that you could get plenty of excitement by standing on the edge of 'the river and grabbling at the fish as they went by with your handsâ€"you did not catch any, but you’ could catch hold of lots. Down below North Bend the Fraser, though it still runs between lofty mountains forested to their summits with pine, Winds and twists about like an eel through sand banks and shingles beds, whose monotony is varied with Chinamen sluiciug the gold washed down from the Bonanzas, which all the minors of the Pacific coast believe to line the mountains of British Columbia, as wellas California. How much the China- man gets out of this business no white man ever could ascertain ; the white man only gets starved. ...._._...__..‘-p__ -â€"-â€"â€"-vn conn wnarnnn home By «observing Them You fillin Be Saved a Sick Spell This Whaler. Never lean with the back upon anything that is cold. Never begin a journey until the breakfast has been eaten. Never take warm drinks and then im- mediately go out into the cold. Keep the back, especially between the shoulder blades,well covered; also the chest well protected. In sleeping in a cold room establish a. habit of breathing through the nose, and never with the mouth open. Never go to bed with cold or damp feet Never omit regular bathing, for unless the skin is in active condition the cold will close the pores and favor congestion and other diseases. . After exercise of any kind never ride in an open carriage or near the window of a car for a moment; it is dangerous to health or even life; When hoarse speak as little as possible until the hoarsenoss is recovered from, else the voice may be permanently lost, 0) difficulties of the throat be produced. Merelywarm the back by the fire, and never continue keeping the back exposed to the heat aft-er it has become comfortably warm. To do otherwise is debilitating. When going from a warm atmosphere into a. cooler one, keep the mouth closed, so that the air may be warmed in its passage through the nose before it reaches the lungs. Never stand still in cold weather, espec- ially after having taken a slight degree of exercise, and always avoid standing on ice or snow, or where the person is exposed to cold wind. ~--._~.â€"-.~Iâ€"-â€"â€"â€"- The secret of interesting conversation is the same as that of literatureâ€"having something in the mindâ€"something to say. Yet how few people have minds furnished with anything but commonplace, or at least how few can produce acceptable frag« ments from a store of knowledge,