E to sleep in the house, choosing for our resting-place

Xt day was Sunday and as Beaman felt sick and we were not in a hurry,
no advance was made but instead Prof. accompanied by Steward, Cap.,
and Jones climbed out for notes and observations. They easily

reached the top by means of a small gulch. They got back early,
reporting an increasing desolation in the country on both sides as
far as they could see. They also saw two graves of great
age, covered by stones.

In the afternoon Prof. entertained us by reading aloud from Scott and
so the day passed and night fell. Then the beavers became more active
and worked
and splashed around camp incessantly. They kept it up all through the
dark hours as is their habit, but only Steward was disturbed by it.
This would have been an excellent opportunity to
learn something about their ways, but for my part I did not then even
think of it. By 7.30 in the morning of August 7th we were again on
our way towards the depths ahead, between walls of rapidly increasing
altitude showing that we were cutting into some great rock structure.
Here and there we came to shoals that compelled us to get overboard
and wade alongside lifting the boats at times. As these shoals had
the peculiarity of beginning gradually and ending very abruptly we
got some
unexpected plunge baths during this kind of progression. But the air
was hot, the thermometer being about 90 deg. F., and being soaked
through was not uncomfortable. At one place Prof. succeeded in
shooting a beaver which was near the bank and it was secured before
it could get to its hole, being badly wounded. Steward caught it
around
the middle from behind and threw it into the boat--he had jumped into
the water--and there it was finished
with an oar. It measured three feet from tip to tip.
We had heard a good deal about beaver as food and would now have a
chance to try it. About eleven o'clock, we stopped for examinations
and for dinner on the right
but, of course, could not yet cook the beaver. Prof., Steward, and
Cap. climbed to the top of a butte 1050 feet above

the river upon which they found a small monument left there by the
Major on the former trip. Though this butte was so high the average
of the walls was only about five hundred feet. We made seventeen
miles this day. That night our camp (No.
35) was again on an island. There Cap. skinned and dressed the beaver
and turned over the edible portions to Andy who cooked some steak for
breakfast the next morning. It tasted something like beef, but we
were not enthusiastic for I fear this beaver belonged to the same
geological epoch as th

tacking your people. He has sent us so mu

generally wandering within circumscribed limits. Though these tribes
spoke different
languages, or perhaps different dialects of the same
language, they were essentially the same in appearance,
manners and
customs. They were of a dark-red color,
well formed and always disposed to receive the pale face strangers with
kindliness, until exasperated by ill-treatment. They lived in fragile
huts called wigwams, so simple in their structure that one could easily
be erected in a few hours. These huts were generally formed by setting
long and slender poles in the ground, inclosing an area of from ten to
eighteen feet in diameter, according to the size of
the family. The tops were tied together, leaving

a hole for the escape of smoke from the central fire. The sides were
thatched with coarse
grass, or so covered with the bark of trees, as quite
effectually to exclude both wind and rain. There were no windows,

light entering only through the almost always open door. The grou

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one is using them as parts of a larger design, one can also obtain
novel effects by placing them in

juxtaposition as consecutive movements....
All this, I must
emphasize, is no less a matter of emotional
tone than
of form; the two things cannot well be separated.
For such symphonic effects one employs
what one might term emotion-mass with just as deliberate
a regard for its position in the total design
as one would employ a variation of form. One should regard this
or that emotional theme as a musical
unit having such-and-such a tone quality, and use it only when that
particular tone-quality is wanted. Here I flatly give myself away as
being in reality in quest of a sort of absolute poetry, a poetry in
which the intention is not so much to
arouse an emotion merely, or to persuade of a reality, as to employ

such emotion or sense of reality (tangentially struck) with the same
cool detachment with which
a composer employs notes or chords.
Not content to present emotions

er he fi

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pyramid, etc., between two planes, which may either be parallel or
inclined to each other. 76. _Fylfat._--A rebated cross

Y than San Francisco. We may imitate Lamb by descri

eyes upraised, with clasped, adoring hands---waiting, watching,
trembling, praying for the trumpet's call to rise from dust forever!
Ah, vision too fearful of shuddering humanity on the brink of mighty
abysses!---vision that didst start back, that didst

reel away, like a shivering scroll before the wrath of fire racing
on the wings of the wind! Epilepsy so brief of horror,
wherefore is it that thou canst not die? Passing
so suddenly into darkness, wherefore is it that still thou sheddest
thy sad funeral blights upon the gorgeous mosaic of dreams?

Fragments of music too passionate, heard once and heard no more, what
aileth thee, that thy deep rolling chords come up at intervals
through
all the worlds of sleep, and after forty years, have lost no element
of horror? I. Lo, it is summer---almighty summer! The everlasting
gates of life and summer are thrown open wide; and on the ocean
tranquil

and verdant as a savannah, the unknown lady from the dreadful vision
and I myself are floating---she upon a fairy pinnace, and I up

Nside it?" Clavering laid the case in her

Ht. They moved forward together, and Hetty closed her hand as she
watched them pass into
the hall. The end was dim and shadowy, for the one big
lamp that was lighted stood some distance away by the stove, where the
man on watch

was talking to the maid. Hetty realized that the girl

was playing her part well as she saw her make a swift step backwards,
and heard the man's low laugh. Flora Schuyler and Grant were not far
from the door now, the girl walking close to her companion. In another
moment they would have passed out of sight into the shadow, but while
Hetty felt her fingers trembling, the man on watch, perhaps hearing
their footsteps, turned round. "Hallo!" he said. "It seems kind of
cold. What can Miss Schuyler want with opening the door?
Is that Miss Torrance behind her?" He moved
forward a pace,
apparently not looking where he was going, but towards the door, and
might have moved

further, but that the maid swiftly stretched out one foot, and a chair
with the tray laid on

pil took out a clean cloth handke

Ties, that I find myself wandering. To glance at conditions at the
present

time, about 600,000 aliens are coming to America yearly. What is the
result? I was invited to meet a distinguished German visiting in New
York last month, and at the dinner a young lady who sat by my side
said to me, "I wish I could puzzle him." "Why?" I asked, in
amazement. "Oh," was her reply, "he looks so cram full of knowledge;
I would like to take him down." "Ah," I said. "Ask him which is the
third
largest German city in the world.

It is New York; he will never guess it." She
did so, and I assure you he was "puzzled," and would scarcely believe
it until a well-known man assured him it was
true. There are more Germans in Chicago than in Leipsic, Cologne,
Dresden, Munich, or a dozen small towns joined in one. Half of the
Chicago Germans speak their own tongue. This city is the third
Swedish city of the world in population. It is the fourth Polish city
and the second Bohemian city. I was informed by a professor
in the University of Chicago that, in that strange city, the number
of people who

speak the language of the Bohemians equaled the combined inhabitants
of Richmond, Atlanta, Portland, and Nashville--all large cities.
"What do you think of it?" I asked. "We are up against it," was the
reply. I can not explain this
retort so that you would
understand it, but it had
great

nglish. It is, after al

, of intention, and, I will add, of inspiration and capacity in
her newly-imposed rulers. Whether she liked them or not, at the outset,
would be beside the question. In this they would differ but
little from
those she had so long and wearily had measure of, and if they brought to
their new task a
new spirit and a new intellectual equipment Irishmen would not be slow
to realize that if they themselves were never to
rule their own country, they had, at least, found in their new masters
something more than emigration agents. Moreover, to Germany there would

be no "Irish question," no "haggard and haunting problem" to palsy her
brain and miscredit her hand with its old tags and jibes and sordid
impulses to deny the obvious. To Germany there would be only an English
question. To prevent that from ever again imperilling her world future
would be the

first purpose of German overseas statesmanship. And it is clear that a
wise
and capable Irish Administration, designed to build up and strengthen
from within and not to belittle and exploit from without, would be the
sure and certain purpose of a victorious
Germany. I have now outlined the two possible dispositions of Ireland
that up to this British opinion admits as conceivable in die improbable
event of a British defeat by Germany. Only
these two contingencies are ever admitted. First that Ireland, sharing
the common
disaster, must endure with her defeated partner all the evils that a
great overthrow must inflict
upon the United Kingdom. Second, that Ireland, if Great Britain

old that her apparel was indeed mag

Ment history had a wonderful charm for him. He would have been ready
to hew any modern Agag in pieces before the Lord. He finally found
his way to the Insane Asylum. The reader
has already seen how
abnormal was his mind, and will not be surprised that his
storm-tossed soul lost its rudder at last. But mid all its veerings
he never lost sight of the Star that had shed its light upon his
checkered path of life. He raved, and prayed, and wept, by turns. The
horrors of mental despair would be followed by gleams of seraphic

joy. When one of his stormy moods was upon him, his mighty voice
could be heard above all the sounds of that
sad and pitiful company of broken and wrecked souls. The old
class-meeting instinct and habit showed itself in his semi-lucid
intervals. He would go round among the patients questioning them as
to their religious feeling and behavior in true class-meeting style.
Dr. Shurtleff one day overheard a colloquy between him and Dr.
Rogers, a freethinker and reformer, whose vagaries had
culminated in his
shaving close one side of his immense whiskers, leaving the other
side in all its flowing amplitude.
Poor fellow! Pitiable as was his case, he made a ludicrous figure
walking the streets of San Francisco half shaved, and defiant of the
wonder and ridicule he excited. The
ex-class-leader's voice was earnest and loud, as he said: "Now,
Rogers, you must pray. If you will get down at the feet of Jesus,

and confess

your sins, and ask him to bless you, he will hear you, and give you
peace. But if you won't do it," he continued, with growing
excitement
and kindling anger at the thought, "you are the most infernal rascal
that
ever lived, and I'll beat you
into a jelly!" The good Doctor had to interfere at this point, for
the old
man was in the very act of carrying out his threat to punish Rogers
bodily, on
the bare possibility

that he would not pray as he was told to do. And so that extemporized
class-meeting came to an abrupt
end. "Pray with me," he said to me the last time I saw him at the
Asylum. Closing the door of the little private office, we knelt side
by side,
and the poor old sufferer, bathed in tears, and d

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