Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 7, No. 251, Ed. 1 Sunday, December 21, 1879 Page: 4 of 8
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Santa Glaus.
4I« otunes in the night! He otttne* in Hiti
(light I
Ho tu>lUj, silently comes;
■WliUc the little brown heads uu I tie pillows no
white
Are d ream big of bugles nn<t drums.
Me outs through the uow like a ship through
the fount,
Will)"- the white tlakus around him whirl;
Who t el Is him 1 know not, but he flndeth the
home
<M eaeh good little hoy und girl.
lli* sleigh it is long and deep, and wide;
It will carry u host ot things,
While dozens of drums hang round on the
Hid en.
With the sticks stiildag under the Strings.
\nd yet, not theHound «1 a drum is heard,
Not u bugle blast is blown,
Am he mounts to the chimney top like a bird
And pops down In like a stone.
The little red Htocklngp be silently fills,
Till tho stockings will hold no more;
Tbo bright little sleds for the. grout snow bills
Are quietly let down to the floor,
Aen Sunta Claus mounts to the roof like a
bird,
And glides to his sent in the sleigh;
Not tho Kound of it bugle or drum is heard
Am be noiselessly drives away.
lie tides to the east, he rides to tho west,
Of ills goodies he touches not one;
•He eati'th the crutubs of the Christinas feast
When the dear little folk:? are done.
He doetli for us whatever ho can;
This beautiful mission is liis;
H*en, children, be good to the little old man
When you find who the little man is.
■*
Here's Merry Christmas Come Again.
i.
Mere's merry Christmas, and It seems
To call back child hood to the breast,
With kindly words and laughing gleams;
With leaping Hteps that make the beams;
With noisy games and happy dreams,
And all of life that's bright and best.
II.
It comes with music in tho hull,
That stirs tho old man in his choir;
And when the midnight measures fall,
He'll lead the blithest dance of all,
Spurning alike the chimuey wall,
And seventy years of wear and tear.
ml
Here's nierry Christmas como again;
Cling heart to heart und hand to hand.
" Love one another," was the strain
Of Hiin who never taught In vnin;
And let it sound o'er hill and plain,
And rule the feast in every land.
—Eliza Cook.
CHRISTMAS AT MUD FLAT.
She had been in camp four days.
"Where she came from, why she came,
<>r who she was, no one could tell. But
she was in camp, and had come to stay,
■there was no doubt. She was quiet,
iinodest, and simply clad—three quali-
ties which commended her to the resi-
dents of Mud Flat, us a change from the
ordinary run of females who from time
to time invaded tho precincts of that
classic .settlement.
Nor were these the only points that
had been noted by the boys. As Andy
McCovkle had gallantly handed her
from the lower step of the mud-bespat-
tered coach to the portico of the hotel,
•every body saw that she clung almost
Mwrnutsiirely To the little child whose
arms were twined about her nock.
'They observed also that her features
were pale and bloodless to an extent
that was almost pitiful. By that deli-
eate intuition which sometimes exists
under tho roughest exteriors, the sturdy
miners of Mud Flat understood that the
strange lady was suffering from mental
as well as physical illness. Their sym-
pathy was aroused in her behalf from
that instant, and every man in the place
immediately constituted himself her
•champion and friend.
A day later, when she had rented a
cat>in near the outskirts of the town,
without disclosing to any one her inten-
tions for the future or her story of the
-past, their interest was increased, and
they began to show their friendship in
substantial ways. A great heap of fire-
wood was mysteriously deposited within
easy reach the first night. Bags of flour,
quantities of coffee and sugar, a whole
ham, and a quarter of fresh venison
likewise made their appearance from
some unexplained source the third
morning.
Little was seen of tho recipient of
these treasures, however. She had only
been on the street once, and then only
to purchase a few necessary articles.
Upon that occasion she met the rever-
ential gasie of a score of loungers, and
turned her head away, pretending not
to see, when the jovial Bill Carter smug-
gled a huge package of candy into the
child's capacious pocket. But aside
from that she had remained hidden from
view , and the miners knew as little about
iter on the fourth day as they had on the
first. •
The 23d of December was unusually
cold, even for that locality. As the
frozen moon came up over a distant
crag, cutting with chilly hands the
dusky gloom, one might have fancied
that he had suddenly been transplanted
■into the Arctic regions. The ground
was covered with a thin la;,jcr of snow,
which glistened like burnished silver in
the pale light. Ilero and«thore along
the sides of the gujeh, giant pines,
standing like ghostly sentinels, threw
spectral shadows across the white ex-
panse. The roar of Potato Creek,
wrapped in the icy arms of winter, was
,ubdued to a tiny, muffled trickling.
And the wind, gently sighing through
th e passes, played /Kolian melodies
among needle* of pine and tassels of
homloek.
In the main apartment of the Mag-
< icrila Saloon, a party of the boys were
fitting around a table, upon which
^teamed a large bowl,emitting a fragrant
and aromatic odor.
44 Whoever she mought be," observed
a tail ud rather angular personage
known to his companions as Long Tom I
Itolllns —u whoever she mought be, she's
alone, barrin' tliot kid, and unpertected i
besides. She's sieklv, too, and ortor j
hev a doctor. This ain't no sort of a |
place for a—a -iuverlid," he concluded, ,
hesitatingly, removing his heavy boot
from tho table, and helping himself to a
liberal allowance of tho punch. Then,
after a pause, he continued, " I wonder
what ails the critter, anyhowP"
"A man's at the bottom of it, gentle-
men, you hear me," observed Judge
' (lashwilder from tho other side of tho
| table, nodding conviction at each of his
hearers in turn. "Take my word for
it, ther's a man in it, as ther allers is in
any deviltry as robs some poor woman's
cheek of its bloom and her eyo of its
j light."
The Judge was eloquent at all times.
| But when his round pate glistened from
the effects of good punch, and his theme
was woman, he was thought by the men
of Mud Flat to havo few equals. There-
fore the little parly seated around the
table were considerably startled when,
just as their favorite orator had' thrust
his right hand into his breast as a pre-
paratory gesture leading to a more ex-
tended tribute to tho sox, Long Tom
llollins leaned forward and exclaimed:
44 See here, old man. How do you
know all this?"
For a moment every body was aghast.
Whether they wore astonished at tho
suddenness of the interruption, or at the
half-savage toue of tho speaker, or
whether it occurred to them that the
Judge might possibly have so far out-
stepped the bounds of prudence as to
havo attempted "pumping" the inter-
esting stranger, may never bo known,
But it is certain that they were aston-
ished into silence. Even Judge Gash-
wilder was observed to lose his usual
presence of mind. For an instant his
naturally serene countenance wore an
expression which in another would have
been mistaken for guilt. If the confi-
dence which the others had always
placed in him was a trifle shaken at that
instant, it was quickly restored when,
after a moment's hesitation, the old
gentleman explained his peculiar posi-
tion.
" You see, grntlemen," he said, grad-
ually resuming the attitudo from which
he had been surprised by the abrupt
speech above quoted, "I was prowlin'
round her cabing last night, when all of
a suddiiig I heered voices inside. The
door was open a leetle bit, and by stand-
in' where I was I couldn't miss a syller-
bul. I will here explain," he contin-
ued, thrusting his red bandanna hand-
kerchief into his breast, as was his wont
when speaking publicly, " that I was
there for the purpose of findin' out, if
possible, whether the gal was in need of
any thing that I could help her to."
" Which accounts," observed a by-
stander, 44 for that chicking wich was
hung up alongside the door when I came
by this mornin'."
411 heerd her talkin'with the kid,"
continued Judge Gasliwilder, not notic-
ing the interruption, 44 and I couldn't
help lissennen. As near as I could
make out, the talk was like this:
44 'When shall we see papa?'
44 'Heaven knows, my baby. We
have sought him long, and when God is
ready He will restore him to us.'
'"Is Crismas comin' soon, mamma?'
14 'Yes, baby darling. But there won't
be no presents for my little one this
time. We are away from home, and
poor. But when we find papa we will
go where there are lots of pretty things,
and then baby shall have plenty.' "
Here the Judge leaned forward and
whispered in a mysterious voice, telling
his oompanions that he had heard tho
mother repeat to her child the sad stoty
of how her father had gone West four
years ago to seek his fortune; how for
two years his letters, containing money
for her support, had come like rays of
sunshine through the clouds; how they
had suddenly stopped, and no answers
wers received to her agonized appeals;
how for two more years she had sup-
posed him dead; how, at last, the Post-
master in the little village where she
lived had, upon his dying bed, confessed
to having stolen the letters from her
husband so as to get tho money they
contained, and suppressed her missives
to him, for fear of discovery; and how
she had started out with her little one
to find the lost husband, who had been
last heard from in Mud Flat.
All this tho Judge told to tho few
friends ho could trust, speaking in a
Whisper, lest the precious secret should
be passed to others in the room.
" And now," he added, resuming his
rhetorical attitude and voice, 441 axes
you, as gentlemen and representatives
of Mud Flat chivalry, shall this gal and
her kid, being too poor to have a Cris-
mas of their own—shall they go without
it, or not? Remember, gentlemen, that
kid is the fust one as ever came into this
place, and p'raps she's our luck. Let us
ntirtur her, my friends, and let us show
her mother thet we ain't so lost to vir-
too an' principle as not to appreciate it
when we hev a good woman and a in-
nercent kid amongst us. Let us give 'em
a Crismas. 1 will now perceed to head
tho subscription.
So saying, tho gallant old man moved
| the punch-bowl to one side, and omp-
, tied tho contents of his breeches-pocket
upon the table. Others followed suit,
and w hen the last man had placed his
contribution thore the pile contained a
goodly sum.
"Now, gontleman, somo one of us
■ has got to take that money, ride to Pen
ver, and spend it for 'em. Who shall it
be?"
" Let me bo your agent," rospondod a
deep bass voice.
Turning, they saw a tall stranger
standing near by, who had just entered
in time to hear tin* Judge's call for con-
tributions. One or two in the room
recognized him as a minor who had
come in from the diggings that after-
noon, having found it too cold to work
longer in the mountains.
They wore inclined to resent tho in-
terference of an outsider, and probably
would not havo heeded his request had
lie not spoken a second time. Drawing
near the table, he said :
" Gentlemen, I was once a married
man myself, but my wife, God bless
her, is dead. For tho love I bear her
memory, for the affection I have toward
the remembrance of my little ono,buried
with her, I ask you to let mo aid in this
matter."
Tho sadness in his voice and faOo was
so sincere, and tho utility of sending a
man who had "been thar, and knowed
what wimmen folks would like," pre-
sented itself so favorably to the miners,
that with but little hesitation they al-
lowed him to do as ho had wished.
In an hour ho was gone, and the set-
tlement was lost in speculation as to
what ho would bring baek for the
strange lady and her child.
The morning of December 25 dawned
crisp and e ld. The fresh, biting air
of the mountains raced among the trees
right merrily, whisking among the
branches with real holiday gayety. It
was nearly noon when the strangor rode
into camp, loaded with bundles. At
the Magnolia he met an eager crowd of
miners, who, headed by Judge Gash-
wilder, were soon on the road to the
strange lady's cabin. Arrived there,
they felt a sudden hesitation about en-
tering. It was like intruding upon some
sacred ground, and they were almost
tempted to deposit their bundles upon
tho threshold and fly.
" You take the stuff," said the Judge
to tho stranger, " and go in fust. Yon.
havo been familiar wjth wimmin, and
know how to handle 'em. We'll wait
outside."
But the stranger felt the same hesita-
tion. Perhaps his long absence from
feminine society made him bashful. Per-
haps a thought of the memory he re-
vered, caused him to hold back.
Finally the Judge consented to take
the load, and, dofiing his hat, knocked
softly. The door was opened by the
child, who bade him enter. Beside tho
fire sat the mother, who rose to meet
them. All passed in but the stranger,
who stood outside.
"Mann," said the Judge, whq some-
how had lost his usual ease of speech
and gesture, " we—that is, the citizens
of Mud Flat, has come to wish you a
merry Christmas, and to offer you
these few tokings of our respoek an' es-
teem."
Having thus delivered himself, the
old gentleman deposited tho bundles on
the table, ahd stood smiling serenely on
all his companions. The strange lady,
completely overcome by this unexpect-
ed kindness, could not find words to re-
ply for a momont. Then, in a broken
voice, she said:
" This is a glad moment of my sor-
rowful life. You are good, kind men,
and I know God will repay your gen-
erosity to the widow and fatherless.
I "
She stopped suddenly, and stood with
blanched cheeks and distended eyes,
staring toward the door. The miners
turned and beheld the strangor, who,
with a great stride forward, and a cry
expressing the wildest joy, canght the
woman in his arms.
They stood thus, heart pressed to
heart, and lips to lips for an instant.
Then the stranger turned his eyos de-
voutly toward the ceiling.
"Thank God," he murmured gently.
" The wife I had supposed dead, is re-
stored to me."
The miners stole softly away and left
the stranger standing thus, with his
arms tenderly twined about the woman
of his love, and the little child clinging
fondly to his knees.
Tho air was balmy outside; the sun
shone with ineffable sweetness upon the
scene; a blue-jay screamed his delight
from a neighboring tree, and the wind
played a joyful tune among the rocks.
Christmas had come to Mud Flat.
An eccentric Englishman has lately
built a house in tho Quarter Tivoli, for
the residence of himself, his wife, and
eight children, which is the talk of all
Paris. It is circular, and has neither
door Mr windows externally. The ap-
proach to it is from the ground floor on
to tho roof by a ladder, which is moved
up and down by machinery, similar to
that of a drawbridge. .There is only
one floor, and that contains 18 apart-
ments, more or less small, looking into
the center, which is lighted from ab#ve
by a glazed cupola. One stove for all
these rooms is in the middle, and in
summer its place is to be occupied by
an exquisite parterre of flowers. A eir-
I oular balcony, open to all the apart-
ments, surrounds this place. The mo-
tive of this oddity is, of course, only
known to tho author of it; but every
body can see that two points are gained
by it—immunity from taxes on doors
I and windows, and a perfect preventive
of any attempt at burglary.
Now, if money was erar ha'f so tight
as the man who s, ends it—then you
might look out for panics.—Hawkeye.
FOR THE YOUNG POLKS.
" THE ItEsrKMT CH1USTMA8."
My dear little cousin Marie had such '
a charming Christmas that 1 really j
think 1 must tell you aliout it; for when j
there is a pleasure that any ono may
have it seems very selfish not to let it be
known.
You must know that Uncle Ben is
very fond of teasing Marie, and by way
of doing that ho gave her last November
a roll of lozenges, as ho called it, and, to
be sure, that is what tho little silver,
papered roll looked like; but then it
wasn't that, though Marie thought it
was, for when siio pulled out very care,
fully ono end of the roll, and put in her
little thumb and foreiinger to pull out a
rosy lozenge, what should come but a
bright new cent!—or a penny, as Marie
called it, because she lived in Brooklyn!
Really, she did not look very badly dis-
appointed, for her eyes wore dancing,
and her feet began to dance too when
out rolled a penny on the floor, and an-
other, and another; and down Mario
herself went to sorabble them up, laugh-
ing merrily all the time for the pennies
looked so bright and pretty. Then she
sat down and poured them all into her
lap, and counted them over and over.
" Ono, two, throe, four," on and on,
till she came to twenty-fivo. Oh, how
rich she did feel! Was there ever such
another paper of lozenges P
She put thom all carefully back in the
paper, and went dancing around the
house, showing every body her treasure,
and telling what wonderful things slio
was going to buy with it all; but many
a time that day she emptied the pennies
again into her lap, into a saucer, into a
box, and counted them over and over.
Indeed, every morning the minute she
woko, she would sit up in bod, her little
head all covered with frizzles of golden
hair, and drawing the precious bundle
from under her pillow—where it had
spent the night—begin to count again
and plan anew how she would spend all
that money, while her brother Ned
would caper around the room, singing,
Queen was in the parlor, counting out her
money;
i must be the King, and Where's the bread and
honey?
I ean't begin to tell you of all the
things she thought she would buy with
those pennies. Of course the first
thought was a doll; but, then, she would
have a nice picture-book instead; yet,
how delightful it would bo to havo
twenty-five sticks of candy! She won-
dered if ever a little girl had so many.
Then she would go down to " Nor-
man's" and look all through his " pen-
ny-drawer," wanting every thing there.
I must toll you there is one drawer
there in which every thing costs a pen-
ny, and 'most always some little eyes
are peering into that drawer. Then,
on the shelves, what pretty little dolls
there were for five cents! What nicer
ones for ten! What " perfect beauties"
for two shillings!
Oh, dear, what should she buy?
What should she do? So every day she
came home still undecided, and still all
the pennies were in that bright little
roll. Really, some days she grew quite
tired of that shopping—I mean with
thinking about it—and so Christmas
morning came, and still Marie was
counting her money—though she said
now she know, what she was going to
buy. " Ten cents for a dear little
blonde-haired dolly; ten cents for the
sweetest little box of furnituro, and five
cots for just the loveliest beads you
ever saw!"
Those were the things she wanted
most, sho was quite sure; but the store
was closed on Christmas Day, so she
must wait till the morrow; still, sho
could be thinking of all the good times
she was going to havo with the lovely
things.
Before church-time her mamma want-
ed her to carry a mince-pie and a cake
to poor Mrs. Cragg, for a Christmas
greeting to herself and her little boy and
girl, and to help them have a good
Christmas dinner; and they were all so
pleased that Marie came away feeling
very happy.
She was so much interested in the
stores noVk* that sho thought she would
go back through Smith Street and look
in the shop windows. When she came
to the first toy store there was already
a little girl staring in tho window.
Poor little girl! She had very few
clothes; her hands and her face looked
purple and cold; but she didn't seem to
be thinking of that, so wistfully was she
gazing at a little china doll. Mario
knew what that look meant—bo, many
days, she had looked at tho fascinating
things in Norman's window.
"Are you going to buy it?" asked
Marie, eagerly. " Do you like it very
much? "
" Like it! " And the little girl turned
Wonderingly to her. "Oh, if I only
could! Dear Bessie!"
"Bessie! Who is Bessie!" asked
Marie.
" My little lame sister. She has to
lie on the bed all day, and oh! sho wants
a doll so much," she said, sighing wist-
fully.
Then up spoke Mario's warm little
heart within her and said to her, " Sup-
pose you buy it." Quick as the thought,
she seized the little girl's hand and
drew her into tho shop, saying joyfully,
" I'll buy it, and then you can take it
home to Bessie," and in a minute the
purchase was made. The little girl in
1 the ragged clothcs seized the doll, and
| ran away so fast she had hardly time to
say " Thank you," for she was so eager
to carry it to liessie; and 1 do not be-
lieve she was a bit happier than Marie,
who came skipping along the sidewalk,
thinking how Bessie would smile when
she saw tho dolly.
" It only cost live cents," said Marie
to herself, " and I can buy the other
dolly that costs five cents. It is almost
as pretty as the ten-cent one."
Then she saw two poor little shivering
boys looking into a candy-store, for
some most tempting tin-trumpets were
hanging there. All through the streets
on Christmas morning, ono hears tho
trumpets, for the boys think there isn't
much better fun than to blow a trumpet
and make a great noise. These boys
looked so wistful that Mario did not stop
a minute, but ran in and bought two
trumpets. She was just turning to come
out when the thought crossed her mind
that perhaps those little boys never had
any candy, and soon she had bought and
put into each trumpet an ounce of mixed
candy—she thought tho boys would like
that best. Meanwhile tho littlo shiver-
ing fellows were staring in at her, and
to them she seemed like a Princess,
spending so much money. When she
came out, and gave them each a trum
pet they could hardly believe their eyes,
and when they looked into the trumpets
and found tho candy, you would have
thought they were the richest little peo-
ple in all tho world, they looked so hap-
py. They called out:
"Bully for you!" which was not very
elegant, but it was the highest praise
they knew. Some of tho candy they
put in their mouths, and some into their
pockets. Then they began to blow, and
indeed I think nobody but a boy could
have made so much noise with his
mouth full of candy.
Now Marie had only five cents left to
spend on herself, and she began to think
which of all the things she wanted the
most, but just then an organ-grinder
came along with a miserable-looking
little girl holding a cup for money. Her
poor little wizened face looked as though
it had never smiled. It was very, very
sad to see, on a bright Christmas morn-
ing, when every one is so merry. Then
Marie was filled with pity for her, and
she longed to make her smile, too. The
little girl looked so old and sad that
Marie could not think of her playing, so
she went into the store and bought some
more candy. Bringing it out she went
up to the little girl and gave her the
candy, saying:
"I wish you a Merry Christmas, and
please take this for a Christmas pres-
ent," and I know she must have smiled
very sweetly when she said it.
The little girl looked perfectly aston-
ished. I suppose she was not used to
having any one care for her, but she
grabbed the candy eagerly and began to
eat it with great satisfaction, staring
with wonder at Marie, all the time; and
though she did not know enough to say
" Thank you " Marie saw how glad she
was to have the candy, and my little
cousin came dancing on her way home.
She had not a bit of money now to
spend for herself but somehow she
didn't mind that at all, for sho kept
thinking how happy those littlo boys
and girls were and sho was as merry as
a cricket all Christmas Day. Indeed she
says:
" It was the very, verybestest Christ-
mas that ever I had."—Christian Union.
HUNTING ORANG-OUTANGS.
How Our Ancestral Relatives I.ive in Tlielr
Native Forests.
At the recent Social Science Convention
at Saratoga, N. Y., Prof. Homaday, in
an address, said: In Borneo the orang-
outang inhabits that wide belt of low
forest-covered swamp which lies between
the sea coast and the mountain ranges
of the interior, extending entirely around
the western half of tho island. Last
year, while on a collecting expedition
for Prof. 11. A. Ward, I had ample op-
portunity to study the habits of the
orang-outang in its native forests. 1
visited Borneo in August, 1878, for the
sole purpose of obtaining specimens of
the Bornean siinia and to study the dif-
ferent species. I visited tho territory of
Sarawak and for two and a half months
devoted my entire time to hunting the
orang along the river Sadong and its
tributary, the Simujan. This whole re-
gion is one vast swamp, covered every-
where with a dense growth of lofty vir-
gin forests. During the fruit season,
from the middle of January to May 1,
tho food of tho orang is the durion,
mongasteon, and rambuton. During
the hot months of May, Jurte, and July
they retire far into the depths of the
forests and are exceedingly difficult to
find. But during tho season of the
heaviest rains, from August to Novem-
ber, when the forests are flooded, the
orangs are found in the vicinity of tho
rivers. I soon found that tho only way
to reach them would be to paddle up
and down the rivers and watch for them
in tho tree tops. Near the source of tho
Simujan Rivor and far beyond
the last Dyak village we found
great numbers of old orangs nests
and somo which wore quite new.
The nest consists of a quantity of leafy
branches broken off and piled loosely
into the fork of a tree. The orang usu-
ally selects a sapling and builds his nest
in its top, oven though his weight causes
it to sway alarmingly. Ho often builds
his nest within twenty-fivo feet of tho
ground, and seldom higher than forty
feet. Sometimes it is fully throe feet in
diameter, but usually not more than
two, and quite flat, on the top. There
is no weaving together of branches. In
short, the orang builds a nest precisely
as a man would build one for himself
were he obliged to pass the night in a
treo-top, and had nothing to cut
branches with. I have seen one or two
such nests of men in the forest, where
the builder had only his bare hands to
work with, and they were just as rudely
constructed,of just sueh materials,and in
about tho same position as the average
orang nest. Upon this leafy platform
the orang lies prone upon its back, with
his long arms and short thick legs
thrust outward and upward, firmly
grasping, while he sleeps, tho nearest
largo branches within his reach. On
several occasions I surprised these ani-
mals upon their nests, and once I had
an opportunity to watch an orang while
it constructed its resting place. He
never uses a nost after the leaves be-
come withered and dry, no doubt be-
cause the bare branches are not eom-
fortablo to lie upon. I never saw or
heard of any house building by orang-
outangs.
We found the animals most numer-
ous along tho Simujan Rivor near its
source. Our manner of hunting was
to mako trips up and down the river in
our boat, paddling slowly and silently
along, keeping a careful lookout. Some-
times in rounding a bend in tho river
we would come full upon a huge, black-
faced, red-haired animal, reposing qui-
etly or feeding. I aimed to shoot them
through the chest, and thus either kill
them at once or disable them so that
they would be unable to get away. On
several occasions I succeeded in killing
a largo specimen with a singlo bullet.
It would at all times have been an easy
matter to havo . shot thom through the
head, but this would have rmned tho
skull. As soon as an orang was fired
at, if not killed at once, he would begin
climbing away with all haste.
I think we may fairly consider the
orangs tho most helpless of all quadru-
niana. Owing to the groat weight of
their bodios and tho peculiar structure
of their hands they can not run nimbly
along even the largest branches, and
never daro to spring from one tree to
the next. The weight of the adult male
ranges from 120 to ICO pounds. Owing
to the disproportionate shortness of his
legs, his progress depends mainly upon
his long, sinewy arms, and very often
Ilie goes swinging through a tree-top by
their aid alone. Upon the ground
prangs are the picture of the most ab-
ject helplessness, and in their native
forest they are very seldom known to
descend to tho earth. They are utterly
incapable of standing fully eroofc with-
out touching the ground with their
hands, and for them to to bo represent-
ed in drawings and museums as stand-
ing erect is contrary to nature.
A Short Christmas Story.
Once upon a Christmas a citizcn was
going home, and, meeting a strange
man with a pack on his baok, said to
him: " You infernal old swindler, I
havo you now. You are the man that,
charged me 10 cents for a pair of socks
that wore out in six weeks. I will now
take it out of your hide."
" My dear sir," replied the man with
the pack, speaking in broken English;
" my dear sir, I hope you will do noth-
ing of the kind. It would be a sacri-
lege. I am Santa Claus on my annual
rounds."
" You are a liar on your annual
rounds," retorted tho citizen, and with
that he hit the strange man a severe
blow on the ear.
The strange man retaliated in kind,
and made it very interesting for the citi
zen, albeit he had a pack on his back
that weighed 700 pounds. It was a
majestic sight to see him got around so
lively with the great pack on his baek,
and was a source of much surprise to
the citizen, who got an eye punched, an
ear chewed, a nose badly disfigured,
and several ribs cavod in.
" How do you like that for a Christ-
mas-gift?" asked tho man with the pack,
as he picked up his hat and proceeded
on his journey.
" This teaches us," mused tho citi-
zen, as he picked himself up tenderly;
" this teaches us that because a man has
a hump on his back is no reason he can
not hump himself."
Tho stranger was not Santa Claus, as
he alleged ho was, but a peddler. The
citizen was right in that respect, but
wrong in tackling him, because he got
so badly loft.
Italian Ckkam.—Soak one-third of a
box of gelatine in a little cold milk.
Bring to a boil one quart of rich milk;
then stir in a cup of sugar, the beaten
yelks of six eggs and tho dissolved gela-
tine. When It begins to thicken, take
from the fire and pour over the beaten
whites. Whip together; flavor to taste,
and pour into a form. Make a few
hours before needed.
A farmer near Bangor, Me., noticing
that wheat was being picked from the
heads of standing grain, and finding
flocks of yellow birds flying about, shot
somo of them. On opening their crops
ho found only throe grains of wheat,
and, by actual count, 350 weevils.
i
There is something soft and tender
in the fall of a single snow-flake, bqt
when it comes to crawling out in the
morning and shoveling away a big drift,
its ornery, moan and disgusting,—De
troil Free' Press.
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