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THE DEPABTED.

 

It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it each and all,—

A song of those who answer not.
However we may call;

"'l‘hey throng the silence of the breast,
We see them as of yore,—

The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.

1this hard to take the burden up,
Where these have laid it down;

They brightened all the joy at life,
They softened every frown;

But, oh, 'tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sorel

Thanks be to God that such have been,
Though they are here no more.

More homelike seems the vast unknown,
Since they have entered there;
To follow them is not so hard
Wherever they may fare;
They cannot be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate'er betldes, Thy love abides,
Our God. forevermore.
-John W. Ohadwiclc.

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Down in the meadow the little brown thrush' s

Build them a nest in the barberry bushes;

And when it is finished a ll cozy and neat,

Three sp ekled eggs make their pleasure com-
plete.

-“ Twitter-es twitter l” they chirp to each other,

“ Building a nest is no end of bother;

But oh when our dear little birdies we see,

How happy we’ll be! How happy we’ll be i"

Up at the onttaee where children are growing.

The young mother patiently sits at her sewing.

it’s sometv ing to work for small hobbledehoys

That will tear their trousers and make such a
noise:

‘“ And one must admit,” says the dear little
mother,

-“ That bringing up boys is no end 01a bother;

But oh, when they kiss‘me, and climb on my
knee.

alt‘s sweetness for me! It’s sweetness for me l”

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THE STORY OF A DREAM.

 

I attended one of our literary societies a
few days ago; the literary part of the pro-
gramme was very small but the social
part was a perfect success. I think I
never met so tired a company of ladies,
especially the elderly ones; so many of
'them were doing their own housework
without help. Their families were not
large, but the many steps for one pair ot
feet, the many motions for one pair of
hands, the many burdens for one b ick to
.carry, perhaps none of them very heavy,
but the multiplicity of them made them
burdensome.

The thought often presses itself upon
me, “What is it all for? Why can we
not live more simply, making less labor of

 

sweeping and dusting, less washing and
ironing of things which require much
care, less sewing in the line of ornament
and changing the fashion of garments, less
labor of cooking and dish-washing? ”
Some of the ladies had had a constant
succession of company; when one party
went another came. Can any one tell
why it is that people who have leisure feel
they have a legitimate right to come down
upon their country friends in the hottest
weather and harvest time, when there are
more or less hired men to cook and clean
for? It is sometimes the last straw to have
company come. I can think of nothing
but a poem I once read, called “The
Eaters and the Eaten,” the world being
divided into the two classes. But I do
not see any remedy for this state of things
until the “ Golden Rule” becomes fash-
ionable, no matter how deeply I ponder.

A few days ago a lady placed in my
hands a pamphlet to read; the title was
“Three Dreams in 9. Desert.” The
dreamer was a traveller across an African
plain. The sun poured down its powerful
heat on the sand; the traveller drew up
under atree, took ofi the saddle and left
the ,horse to feed among the parched
bushes; after a while, feeling drowsy, she
laid her head upon the saddle, fell asleep,
and had a curious dream. I will nearly
repeat the dreamer’s own words:

“ I thought I stood on the border of a
great desert, and the sand blew about
everywhere. I saw two great figures like
beasts of burden; one lay upon the sand
with its neck stretched out, and the other
stood by it. I looked curiously at the
one that lay upon the ground, for it had a
great burden‘ upon its back, and the sand
was thick about it, as if it had giled over
it for centuries.

“ I asked one who seemed to stand by
my side, ‘ What is this huge creature
which lies here in the sand?’ He replied,
‘This is woman.’ I asked, ‘Why does
she lie here motionless with the sand piled
around her?’ He replied; ‘Ages, and
long ages she has lain here, and the winds
have blown over her, the oldest man living
has never seen her move; the oldest book
records that she lay here then as she lies
now, with the sand p'led about her. But
listen; older than the oldest book, older
than the oldest recorded memory of man,
(in the “ Rocks of Language,” on the hard
baked clay of ancient customs, are found
marks of her fcoistepe; side by side Wllh
him who stands beside her you may trace
them; and you know that she who now

 

lies there once wandered free over the
rocks with him.’

“I asked, ‘ Why does shelie there
now?’

He replied: ‘Ages ago the age of do-
minion of muscular force found her; when
she stooped low to give suck to her young,
man put his burden of subjection upon
her back and t.ed it on with the broad
band of ‘ Inevitable Necessity.” Then
she looked at the earth and the sky and
knew there was no hope for her, and she
lay down on the sand with the burden she
could not loosen. She has lain there ever
since.’

“The ages have come and gone but the
band of Inevitable Necessity has not been
cut. I looked and saw in her eyes the
patience ofcenturies.”

The dreamer dreamed on. She dreamed
that the Age'of Muscular Force was dead.
The Age of Nervous Force had killed him.
And now she may rise. And the dreamer
watched the struggle to first gain her knees
a: (1 then her feet. (Was this to typify the
struggle that women are today making to
stand alone, self supporting in more ways
than one?)

The dreamer awoke and slept again and
dreamed the second dream: A woman
came out of a desert to a dark river, and
the bank was steep and high. An old
man with along white beard met her, and
he had a curled stick in his hand, on which
was written Reason. He asked her what
she wanted. She said, “ I am a woman,
and I am seeking the land of Freedom.”
He said: “ It is before you.” She re-
plied: “I see nothing but adark flowing
river with a bank steep and high.” He
answered, “Beyond that? " She said, “I
see nothing; but “when I shade my eyes
with my hand, I think I see trees and hills
on the further side and the sun shining on
them.” He replied, “That is the land of
Freedom.” She asked, “ How can I get
there?” “ Down the banks of Labor and
through the water of Suffering; there is no
other way.” She asked, “ Is there no
bridge? ” “ None!” “ Is the water deep?’
“Deep!” “ Is the floor worn?” “ It is;
you may slip at any moment and be lost.”
“ Is there any track to show where the
best fording is? ” “ It has yet to bemade,”
he replied. She shaded her eyes with her
hand and said “ I will go.” he said “ You
must take off the clothes you wore in the
desert.” She threw from her the mantle
of Ancient-receivedopinions which she
wore, for it was worn full of holes. “ Take
the shoes of Dependence ofl your feet."

 


 

 

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And she stood there clad in one white gar-
ment; on its breast was written “ Truth.”
And he said “ Take this stick; hold it fast;
in that day when it slips from your hand
you are lost; put it down before you; feel
your way; where it cannot find a bottom,
(10 not set your foot.” She said “ Let me
go; I am ready.” He said “No, sray;
what is that in your breast?” She was
silent. “Open it and let me see.” She
opened it, and against her breast was a
tiny thing with shining wings and yellow
curls; he drew nourishment from her
breast. And Reason said, “ Who is he and
what is he doing here? Put him down.”
She said, “ He has been a child so long, so
long I have carried him. He has lisped
one word only to me in the desert—‘ Pas-
sioni’ I have dreamed he might learn to
say ‘ Friendship’ in that land,” Reason
commanded “Puthim down. When he
finds you have left him he will open his
wings and fly. He will be in the land of
of freedom before. Those who reach the
land of freedom, the first hand they see
stretching down the bank to help them
shall be Love’s. He will be a man then,
not a child. In your breast he cannot
thrive.”

And Reason, that old man, said,
“ Silence! What do you hear?” She listen-
ed intently, and said “ I hear the sound of
feet; a thousand times ten thousand, and
they beat this way.” He said “These are
the feet that shall follow you. Lead on!
make a track to the water’s ed gel Where
you now stand, the ground will be beaten
flat by the ten times ten thousand feet.”
Have you seen the locusts, how they cross
a stream? First one comes down to the
water’s edge andis swept away, then an-
other comes and another and another, at
last their bodies piled up make a bridge,
and the rest pass over.” She asked: “And
of those that came first and are swept
away, and are heard of no more; their
bodies do not even make the the bridge?”
And “What of that?” he answered. “They
make a track to the water’s edge.” She
asked, “ Over that bridge which shall be
built with our bodies, who will pass?”
He answered “ The entire human race.”
The woman grasped her staff, and I saw
her turn down toward the dark river.

In the third dream I saw a new land.
On the hills walked brave women and
brave men hand in hand, and the women
also held each other’s hands. And I said
tohim beside me, ”What place is this?
Whereis it? And when shall these things
be?” He said, “This is heaven! On the
earth! In the future.”

There are many thoughts suggested to
my mind, but I feel I have not caught all
these dreams are intended to convey. Is
it intendtd to typify the result of the labor
and suffering of the mighty hosts of women
who work and struggle for the attainment
of some good of which they can only dis-
cern the shadow a great distance away?
Are we the locustswho will be swept away,
whose bodies will not even help to make
the bridge for the whole human race to
pass over to that goodly land where there
is rest and freedom from weary toil of mind
and body; where society will be organized

 

so as to dispense with much which we
now consider indispensable? Or was the
allegory intended to represent that part of
woman kind who are giving themselves soul
and body for the enfranchisement of women
and relief from the bonds of dependence
and subjection to their brother man, and let
friendship take the place of passion? My
vision is dim; I often strain my mental
sight to catch a glimpse of the future, if
only for a few decades in advance; but I
cannot see, and I am no prophet; but I feel
sure that any one of us who could wake
up fifty years hence would see as great
change, advancement, as we can see has
been made in the last half of a century.
Let some of the wise scribes of the
HOUSEHOLD interpret these dreams for us;
I have taken so much space writing the
dreams I must not take more in dreaming

0‘ them. M. E. H.
ALBION.

 

“HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME
DOES.” ..

 

I always had great admiration for beauty
of form and feature. Some one might
suggest the attraction of the opposites, but
I’m not obliged to criminate myself when
publishing the statement. When a teacher
I think I succeeded in being impartial
toward my pupils, but all the time, in my
heart there was a “leaning ” toward the
bright-eyed, fair-faced, arched-mouthed,
wavy-haired little ones more than tothe
freckled, snub-nosed ones, even though I
knew by experience that the latter were
often more tractable. ,Later on and all
through life I have followed the sweet-
faced children, the mothers and even the
grandmothers, with glances of admira-
tion; and in my roving life of the past year
I have often seen a lady who seemed “ a
fair embodiment of my ideal.” Beautiful
dark eyes were set in perfect features and
her form seemed all that could be desired,
as her rich dresses always fitted as though
she was “run into them;” but in all this
time I had never heard her voice, only
knowing her name and that her husband
was wealthy. One day after meeting her
on the street I said to myself: “ If I were
a man I should just fall in love with that
lady, even though she has a husband,” so
I had mentally placed her on a pedestal as
being of finer clay than ordinary mortals.
Recently on one of my trips away from
home we «met by chance and were duly
presented. Her modest, low-spoken greet-
ing was quite in harmony with her style
and I was delighted at the prospect of
knowing her better. A number of ladies
were present and some one made a remark
about woman’s work ere she had joined in
the general conversation, and her reply
was: “ You bet, I aint a goin’ to hurt my-
self to work.” For a brief moment every-
thing “ turned dark,” and I felt as though
some one clutched at my throat, shutting
off my breath. The shock was great, and
in that short space my idol had taken an
inglorious tumble and lay a mass of ruins,
so that I no longer envied her fair face and
model form. With all the advantages of
good societv there surely must be a de-
plorable lack or capacity when one can

 

use such language as that and the later
conversation brought out; but “ accidental
wealt ” has placed many a man and
woman in positions that they were not.
educated to fill, while many a real lady is-
“ out of the world ” because she lacks the
wherewithal to furnish the necessaries for
her appearance in society. It is not that
society will not welcome her without the
costly raiment but that she, herself, can-
not overcome the feeling that she prefers
to remain at home-to “blush unseen ”—
rather than endure the consciousness that-
accompanies the not looking “like other-

folks.” EL. SEE.
Romeo. _
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WHAT OCCASIONED A. “COLD
WAVE.”

We had some neighbors once who were
as poor as skimmed milk. They struggled
along on a farm and had up hill work to-
get a comfortable living without being
able to “put on many airs.” Finally
they had quite a little property fall to
them, and moved to town[ They moved
from an old tumble-down house to a tony
modern flat, and of course must put on
style. They attend a fashionable church
and want to be considered “ stylish.” They
have a daughter whose matrimonial pros-
pects are not very brilliant, as she is on-
the verge of being an old maid, and they
are very anxious to have some high toned
city man gather her in.

I was visiting them recently, and as there
were to be services at the church that.
night the daughter must attend and dis-
play herself. The mother wished to be
considered “very dressy,” and as the
daughter had a new suit and needed a little
discipline, the mother thought it a good
idea to have her take a lesson before going
to church. So, dressing her out in her
bran new suit with the polonaise cut bias,
and a panier that reminded me of Bar-
num’s double-humped camels, she pre-
pared to astonish the natives. Tue parlor
was to be the church and the chairs were
arranged so as to form a sort of aisle; the-
piano was to represent the pulpit. The
mother and guests were seated off at
the left so-as to get a broadside view of .
the ancient craft in modern rig as she came
sailing in. The blinds were closed, the
lights were turned on gently, so as to have
a “subdued light” (i think that’s what-
they called it), and every thing was ready
for action. The door opened and in sailed
the gallant craft under full head of steam,
every sail drawing, with the “jib'boom
and spanker set.” Down the aisle she came
in great shape, with a hymn book in one
hand and a decorated fan in the other,
moving with all the dignity of a French
man of war. The mother was wild with
delight. “ Magnificent ” she exclaimed.
“ Superb, you look as fresh as an early
peach.” What do you think of that,
Beckey?” “ Why, that reminds me of one
of Shakespeare’s lines.” ‘5 Oh does it in-
deed; and what would Shakespeare say
about it?” “ ‘ What fools we mortals
be,’ ” I replied. So it’s not surprising that
“ there’s a coolness between us now."

Mme. AUNT BECKEY.


THE HOUSEHOLD.

8

 

“LADIES DAY” AT THE COLUMBIA
FARMERS’ CLUB.

 

The September meeting of the Columbia
Farmers’ Club was held at the residence
of Evan Richards on Saturday, Sept. 13th.
The members of the Club and invited
guests made up a company of nearly 200,
drawn together by the well known attrac-
tions of the place, not the least of which
were the indefatigable efforts of Mr.
Richards and his three sisters to make
every one feel interested and at home. The
family possesses one of the finest collec-
tions of coins in the United States, num-
bering about 8,000 pieces, some of them
dating back to 300 B. C. They have also
many other strange and curious articles
from all over the world.

It was “ladies day,” and the exercises
throughout were conducted by them.
Mrs. E. Gary, vice-president, presided in
a manner that left nothing to be desired.
The minutes were read and the record kept
by Mrs. C. Hewitt, assistant secretary.

Five well rendered recitations were
given, some by married ladies, some by
the wee small ones. The exercises were
enlivened by frequent musical selections.

Miss M. Blanche Richards gave an ad
dress of welcome. Mrs. Cary followed
with a brief history of the Club, from
which it appears that it numbers about
eighty members and has had a harmonious
and prosperous career.

The first paper for discussion was
“Woman’s Work,” by Mrs. C. Hewitt.
Carlyle says “Blessed is he who has
found his wor ,” and it is well for us to
ask, what is woman’s work? Formerly
the answer would have been housekeeping,
teaching and sewing; but now all fields
are open to her. It is still true however
that woman’s kingdom is her home; and
there her best and noblest work is done.
Her influence is an essential part of her
life work. The essayist expressed the
opinion that woman would in time be
given the ballot if for no other. reason than
that given by the unjust judge, “ Lest by
her continual coming she weary me.”

When called upon for discussion nearly
all seemed towish to wait for the second
topic, and little more was elicited.

Mrs. W. T. Raven introduced this in a
paper on “Woman’s Rights.” This was
a strong plea for the right of the ballot,
urging man to let woman aid in guiding
the ship of State. It is not mind alone
that rules the world, but mind and heart.
Governments exercise their just powers by
the consent of the governed; woman can-
not consent without the ballot, hence this
is an unjust government. A man who
thinks his wife must vote as he says is a
poor specimen and not fit to be called a
man. '

, rs. F. J. Randall said that according to
the first chapter of Genesis men and women
were created equal, and it was a great
mystery why woman ever allowed herself
to become subject to man. She would
have woman given the right to vote be-
cause' she is a human being, because the
has to sufier the penalty if she breaks the
laws, and so should have avoice in making

 

them, because she has to pay taxes; be-
cause her influence would be increased;
because she would be likely to elect purer
men to office; and last 1y, because she
would vote for prohibition.

The discussion was quite animated, and
it is evident that the Columbia Club has a
number of ladies who would like to vote.

The bountiful supper at four o’clock
was followed by a number of toasts, re-

sponded to by the young ladies. R P

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CALLA BLOOMS ALL WINTER.

I have three Callas in separate pots, and
in May I roll them on their sides under a
bush in a corner of the yard, and don’t
think of them again until about the 15th
of August. I then break off the hard soil
around the bulbs, snip ofl with my thumb
the small bulblets on the sides, put broken
crock in the bottom of the pots, and above
these dry hens’ droppings, then soft
meadow soil with muck, tree mold and
sand mixed. Put in the bulbs, and that is
all the attention they need for another year,
except watering, and this'must be attended
to every day. In the winter I use warm
water, but it does not make much differ-
ence whether the water is warm or cold.
The buds begin to come inNovember, and
one or the other, or perhaps all, will be in
bloom at once, until it is time to tuck
them in the fence corner again. They are
very satisfactory window plants. Insects
do not trouble them, and the old bulbs do
well year after year. I have known one
plant to bloom ten years in succession.

DETROIT. SISTER GRACIOUS.

 

“OLD WORN OUT CUSTOMS.”

 

Grandpa has been trying to call up remi-
niscences of the “ 01d Worn Out Customs,”
alluded to by School Girl in the HOUSE.
HOLD of the 13th inst., which in her esti-
mation need to be “done away;” and
while there may be some which appear
ridiculous and absurd when caricatured,
as they often are when the farce of “Ye
Deestrict Skule” is enacted at church fairs,
etc.; still, if some of those “old worn out
customs” once actually practiced were
still in vogue, society and the rising genera-
tion would be greatly benefitted. If the
old custom of drilling children in school
in reading and spelling, all the pupils
reading at least twice every day, and the
smaller ones four times a day, and then
spelling from the reading columns, instead
Of barely reading once daily, as is cut-
tomary in most of our graded schools, there
would be more good readers and spellers
than can be found in schools at the present
day. .
If the good old custom Of requiring
children to pay more respect to the aged
and to their superiors were revived, one
would not so often hear the salutation from
nearly every urchin, “ Hello, old feller!
Hello, old man! ” which now salutes one’s
ears on the street. The good old custom
required the boy to pull off his hat and
makea bow to every stranger he met on
the road; the girls were expected to make
a curtesy; when they entered the school

 

room in the morning they were required to
say “ good morning ” to the teacher, and
when they left at night to say “ good
night.”

School Girl asserts she has the “ welfare
of country schools” as much at heart as
the writer; of this the readers of the HOUSE-
HOLD must judge. “ By your fruits shall
ye be known.”

I am pleased to learn that School Girl is
“a farmer’s daughter,” and is proud of
her It cage. Grandpa is also the descend-
ant of a long line of ancestral farmers.
Agriculture and horticulture have always
been his chosen avocations, in which he
still takes delight. ,

Grandpa is not a myth but a verity; a
veteran of three score and ten years, of
whose seven grandchildren he is justly
proud, and is fortunate in having three
granddaughters, who, though they never
attended a district school. have great re-
spect for Grandpa, who never attended any
other; and they often come to him for help

in their studies. GRANDPA.

Musneox.
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MAKING A MATTRESS.

I have been making a husk mattress and
feel so well pleased with the result of my
labor that I want to tell the HOUSEHOLD all
about it. I have saved the husks from
the seed corn for two years, stripping
them fine and packing away in flour sacks
until I had enough, being careful to reject
any very hard ones. I bought ten yards
of mattress ticking at a shilling a yard;
made a mattress needle out of a brace from
an old parasol—which has an eye like a
needle in one end, the other I filed to a
point—cut some circular pieces of leather
about an inch in diameter from the top of
an old shoe and went to work. I made
my tick in two parts, one a square, the
same width as the bedstead, the other to
fill out the space at the cut and make it
the desired size. In this way the square
pieces can be turned around so that it will
wear more evenly, thus preserving a level
surface. But if I ever make another it
will be in four pieces of equal size, so that
the Outside edges may be turned to the
center, which will be an improvement over
the two pieces.

I made a six inch boxing all around
each piece, and in cutting out, allowed an
inch to the foot for “ taking up ” in mak—
ing. This was what the mattress manu-
facturer to whom I applied for informa-
tion told me, but I found it too much;
should allow not more than three-fourths .
as much next time. After the tick was .
ready I stufied it with the husks, packing
firmly as possible and keeping the center -
fuller than the edges. It takes about
thirty-five pounds of husks, shredded into
half inch widths. After the tick was well

filled I. tied it close with strong twine,
using my home-made needle—which is
about ten inches long—and putting a piece
of the leather on each side to prevent tear-
infil out the ticking. Make four or five
ty gs across the mattress, and the same
distance the other way. When finished it
will be a pleasure to use it in place of the
common] used, though not~tO-be-despised

s raw . ELLA R. WOOD.
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1 OFF TO ALASKA.

l (Continued)

It may beot interest to give some items
of note regarding the country we have
been travelling in. At Sitka, on June
213t, the longest day of the year, the sun
rises about three p. m. and sets about nine
p. 111. Further north, at Chilcat, the most
northern point visited by tourists, the
rising is considerably hastened and the
setting later. Owing to the reflection from
the snowclad mountains the twilight is
prolonged, and daybreak hastened, so that
it is really not fully dark at any time. But
for all this a compensation of darkness
comes in December, when the sun rises at
nine a. m. and sets at three p. m. The
temperature taken near Sitka for the year,
showed the highest to have been in August,
68deg., and the lowest in December, 27
deg. This was in the year ending Sept.
80, 1888. I have not f und alater report.
The weather is colder sometimes, as
residents there say zero weather some-
times occurs, but very rarely. They say
that 80 deg. is sometimes reached in sum-
mer.

It is estimated that from 90,000 to 100,-
llO fur-bearing sealareannually caught by
the Alaska Commercial Company; which
pays an annual tax to the government of
855.000. and a royalty on each seal caught
of $2 62. These seals are caught princi-
pally on the islands of St. Paul and St.
George.

In 1883 there were packed 36,000 cases
of salmon, each case containing four dozen
one pound cans. In 1888, 440.000 such
easeswere packed, equal to 12,060 tons.
This total includes 15,000 barrels of salted
salmon. About 40 vessels were employed
in whaling the same year, and about 6 000,-
000 pounds of codfish caught; and of
halibut 430,000 pounds. The value of the
year’s fisheries was considered by a con-
mative estimate at $4,000,000. This did
not include the seal, whicn are classed as
fur-bearing animals. Here is a table of
estimates of. Alaskan products for 1888,
the latest I have found:

 

Fish. oil‘, bone and ivory.... .. .. . .. $4,000,009
Furs .. ....... . 3,.mym
Gold, (bullion ore and dust) ......... 2,0000 0
Silver .................................. 50.000
Lumber ............................... 50,00.)

Totaln 89,100,000

A pretty geod showing for” a country
bought for $7, 000, 000, and declared to be
e! no value.

It is claimed that while the winters in
the interior of Alaska are much colder
than on the coast, the summers are warmer
anddryer, and that there are regions where
my cereals and vegetables could be
grown and dairylng be made a success.

Besides gold and silver, mines of iron,
copper, lead and other metals are found;
and coal of the best quality and exhaust-
iess quantities is found.

At Sltka, fresh salmon costs two cents a
pound; halibut and bass, half a cent; veni-
son, eight cents; ducks, twenty cents a
pair.

Mt. Edgecumbe, near Sitka, is 10 000
bet high, and was a volcano until 1851.

clothing only rags, except the blanket

ed without great difliculty or danger. It
presents the appearance of having its apex
cut squarely ofi, leaving aplain on its sum-
mit. it has a crater said to be 2,000 feet
in diameter and 200 feet deep. It is re-
lated that the Indians used to consider it a
hungry and angry spirit in its days of
eruption, and tried to appease and pro-
pitiate it by feeding it the carcasses of
whales, and such rough food as they could
by patient labor procure and carry up its
steep sides.

The Indians have a tradition that all life
comes from the raven. First he made man
of a stone, but fearing he might live for-
ever, destroyed the model and formed him
of a leaf. But woman was first made'of a
strawberry blossom, and supreme as head
of the crow family; while man, created
after, was the head of the wolf or warrior
family. From these sprang the sub-
families of the whale, bear, eagle, beaver
and fox. The raven was a white bird. but
attempted to ascend a chimney with his
beak filled with water he had stolen from
his uncle while he slept. His uncle, who
was water-maker, awakened, built a fire
and smoked the raven black, who, as he
flew away. choked and dropped the water,
making the oceans and seas. Property
descends on the mother’s side, and children
bear the tribal name of the mother. Thus
women are not without “ rights ” in In-
dian Alaska.

It is said that within the last twenty
years the natives have decreased one-
half in number. Cause, epidemic
diseases, the small pox having carried ofi
thousands, the hardships of their lives,
their dissolate and licenlious habits, the
exposure in infancy and childhood, sowing
the seeds of consumption, which carries
them ofi early in life. I noticed that many
who came to trade where we anchored at
Muir glacier had very bad coughs, and
yet were so scantily clad they shivered as
they sat. Some were barefoot, except as
they wrapped up in the boat, their

wrapped outside, gay in color, warm in
texture, slifl with filth, but the pride of
its possessor.

The lnnuits of the north of Alaska are
reported to be much more degraded than
those of the southeastern coast. They
kill ofi the old and helpless, and young
infants if they think they cannot support
th. in; take a daughter from one man and
give her to another, if he bids higher; or
sell them to lives of shame without re-
rrorse. Yet they are of a kindly spirit,
and when missionaries were sent among
them, they proved more easily won to
Christianity than many on a naturally
higher plane.

It is only since 1886 that the Moravians
established the first mission at Bethel, on
the Huskokwin river. A year -later a
second was started 200 miles further inland,
and the Indians are coming in on every
hand, crying for more. “Come to our
villages,” they cry: “We will build
houses tor you. We want a share of the
blood of J cans to wash away our bed (sin),
Marne-noun. A. L. L.

 

I has precipitous sides, .but can be ascend

“JOHN’S Wife,” of Hadley, Lapeer 00.,
asks: “ Will some one please tell me just
how to make grape wine from the Clinton
grape. Perhaps Evangeline will be so

kind."
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IN the HOUSEHOLD of August 25th, 1888,
a lady advises putting sound whole toma-
toes in not very strong vinegar. When
wanted for use, drain and eat with sugar.
She says they are delicious, and several of
our readers who have tried this plan
acquiesce in her opinion.

 

EDA, of Sand Beach, wants a recipe for
sour green tomato pickles. Here is one
from the “ Housekeepers’ New Cook
Boo: -" “ Chop a peck Of green tomatoes
and stir in half a teacupful of salt. Drain
over night. Add three green peppers,
chopped; one teacupful grated horseradish;
two quarts vinegar; one teacup sugar. Let
boil, stirring occasionally, till the tomato
is tender, then add a tablespoonful each of
cinnamon and cloves.” Perhaps some of
our readers will send a recipe they have
tested. '

 

GRAPE juice, for invalids’ use, sells in
this city at $1 per quart bottle. If you
have the grapes, you can make it yourself
at,far less expense, asalady of this city
has practically demonstrated this season.
It takes about two and a half pounds of
grapes to make enough juice to fill one of
these alleged quart bot'les. Stem the
grapes, cook till thoroughly done, strain
through a fine sieve or a jelly~bag, return
to the fire, skim as it boils up, add about
three tablespoonfuls of granulated sugar-
less if you prefer—boil and skim again,
strain and bottle, sealing the corks with
wax. Even if you have to buy the grapes
the total cost need not exceed ten cents per
quart. For those recovering from illness
this makes a strength-giving, blood-renew-
ing beverage, a wineglass-full being given
half an hour before each meal. For per-
sons in an enemic condition it is also ex--
ceilent. And it is ‘ not bad to take”
when one is tired or needs some light re-
freshment. The most enthusiastic blue-
ribboner can take it freely, as it is abso
lutely free from alcohol, even though
made from grapes.

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Contributed Recipes.

* Tonaro SOL—One peck ripe tomatoes.
peeled: one quart Vinegar; one de-sert 590m.
ful salt; three and onehalf pounds brown
sugar: one ounce whole cloves. Boll all to-
c- ther very slowly unul it is rich and thick.
and reduced fully two-thirds. This Will keep
years and get better wlth age. In delicious
wuh poultry. game and meats.

Srronn Gnarls-Seven pounds mm;
three pounds sugar: one pint vinegar; two
teaspoon'uls cinnamon: one of auspice; half
teaspoonl'ul c eves.

Gaunn Tonro Pnnsnnvl—n'ght pounds
small green tomatoes, (pierce each with a
four); seven pounds sugar; the juice of four
le menu; of ginger and mace mixed, one ounce.

Heat all together slowly and bell until the
huvt is clear. Take it from the kettle with a
skimmer. and spread on dishes to cool. Boil
the .1 rep I ntli thlcu: put the tomitoen into
jars and p vur it over them hot. Keep In e
um). dry l- deco. These are particularly me,

 

(To be Comma.) l

and taste much like foreign presence.
Bantu. my. .