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THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MAROH 7, 1896¢-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES. ABSOLUTELY PURE fonds OWiacl Checks Bleeding, Reduces Inflammation,QuietsPain, Is the Bicycler’s Necessity. Sores, Burns, Piles, CURES Colds, Rheumatism, Hoarseness, Sore Throat, Chilblains, Catarrh, Inflamed Eyes, Wounds, Bruises, Sprains, Headache, Toothache, etc. Use POND’S EXTRACT after Shaving—No Irritation. Use POND’S EXTRACT after Exercising—No Lameness. POND’S EXTRACT OINTMENT is simply a marvel. What relief from excruciating pain. How instantly it cures PILES. 50 .cents. Buy GENUINE Pond’s Extract for genuine cures. Buy imitations for imitation cures. POND’S EXTRACT CO.,76 5th Av.,N-Y> THE LOST CRAVAT. Adventure of a Young ed at Paris I was poor—very poor. Like so meny others, I hoped to find there both fortune and glory. I hoped to become a sreat painter, and I was only twenty years old. While I was waiting for fame i forts both of which, Iam giad to say. came at last, I breakfasted and dired very lightly. Sometimes I did not breakfast at all, and I often, as our English frie: cay, dired with Duke Humphrey. How in the world I ever succeeded in liv- ing I cannot explain. Ah, youth, youth, all- powerful talisman that you are! I had youth. Now that I have won fortune, noth- ing has ever rendered me so happy as in those days when, although poor, I felt life bounding within me. I lived then. I was poor 2s Job, yet richer than Croesus. A worthy shopkeeper in the country town from which I came wrote to me, out of the goocness of his heart, and gave me an order to make a copy of a Teniers. At once, full of ardor, I hastened to the great gallery of the Louvre. From the first day I did good work. That I was thus going to earn some money made me work, but the pleasure I experienced in copying a favor- ite picture made m2 work quickly and well. Ah, the pictures of Teniers! What sensa_ tions they awakened in my being, these fat and bristling burghers, with th plump and rubicund cheeks, the laughter wrinkles around their pop eyes, thrusting their jolly roses into their tarkards! There was no sentiment of envy aroused in me in gazing upon their pictured merriment. But I did thirk that if I could have taken myself away from the unquiet life of Paris, from our noisy streets, from our modern houses, I woull have preferred to share their life— that of sitting under grape arbors, was- sailing. singing and clinking pots. The third morning after my task had be- gun I repaired to the Louvre. Just as I Was about to enter, the officious guardian, in his green and gold uniform, made me an agitated sign, carrying his hand to his neck. I remembered having seen the same gesture at the theater. Don’t you remem- ber that when Don Caesar de Bazan hears the news that he is going to be hanged, he puts his hand to his neck and feels of it as if he already felt the fatal cord? Just so Sesticulated the green and gilt guardian. I stared at nim stupidly and then looked around me. Anybody in sight? Coming around the corner was a young woman, but she was invisible to him. There was nobody else. Evidently to me that this funereal gesture was addressed. I did not understand him, and therefore crossed the threshold. I had scarce ascended three steps of the staircase, when a loud cry re- sounded behind me: “Stop—you have no craval Imitating the gesture of Don Caesar de Bazan I carried my hand to my neck. Alas, it was true. I had lost my cravat. Dor't laugh. I didn’t laugh. It was my only cravat. It was one of those cheap, black knots which are fastened around the collar button with a rubber band. Five minutes before entering the courtyard of the Louvre I had stopped in the Rue de Rivoli, gazed at myself in a shop window mirror and had adjusted my cravat. Alas! I bad done more than adjust my cravat—1 had lost 1t. “It is against the rules,” said the guard- jan severely, “to permit any one to enter the gallery without a cravat.” Well, he was right. There must be rules in the great galleries, and while they will admit shabby people, they will not admit people in rags, in their shirt sleeves, or Without cravats. At this moment the lady who had been rounding the corner passed near me. I felt myself growing red and pale at once, and I turned in the direction of my guardian in order to look away from the pretty visitor, who, as she passed, brushed me with her silken gown. She wore the prettiest little blue cravat around her neck that one could imagine. Yes, I couldn't help but notice it in Tooking out of the corner of my eye at her white neck. I stood there stunned. The guardian en- joyed my consternation. He was happy. In this moment he exercised the exalted pleasure of authority. A policeman who orders you to “move on” experiences the same secret joy. It is that feeling, doubt- less, which actuated Caesar and Napoleon. I remained there for some minutes, gaz- ing at this little great man. I had nothing in my wardrobe that resembled in the slightest degree a cravat, and I had not a penny about me with which to buy one. To whom could I address myself? I was from the country. I knew no one in Paris. Thad no comrades from whom I could bor- row a knot of ribbon. What a humiliation! And yet, above in the gallery, the was- sailers were waiting for me, laughing and drinking under the grape arbor. I left the vestibule. I entered the great square of the Louvre, and crossed it me- chanical! Yet as I did so I. felt instinc- tively that there was some one following me. I divined that it was a woman, and that it was the woman whom I had met in the door, and who had turned and rede- scended the staircase at the moment of my misadventure. Why had she followed me? Had I not turned my face in order to avoid her glance? Heaven preserve us from in- quisitive people. She overtook me. It was in truth the lady of the staircase. She stopped in front of me, looking at me timidly, with a charm- ing embarrassment. She seemed moved and troubled. But, said I to myself, what has become of the pretty ribbon she just wore around her neck? Her hands wert but in a rich muff. she stopped and looked at me, she withdrew one of her hands from the muff. I saw in her fingers the light blue silk cravat, ornamented at its ends with white lace. “An entrance ticket.” said she to me, in a half-whisper, and she hurried away. ; Here the artist stopped, and meditated jon: “You followed her, I suppose?” asked his friend. “I never dreamed of it for a moment. The wassailers of Teniers were waiting for me.” “And you entered the Louvre in a blue cravat with lace ends?” “Without the least affectation, without false shame, and perhaps with a certain pride zs I triumphantly passed the green and gold guardian at the door.” “And you found her some day somewhere, this pretty woman, at the seaside, In the mountains, in society? No? But you are married—did she not become your wife?’ “I did not say,” said the painter, dryly. “But your story is not finished.” PLENTY OF GAME Fish, Flesh and Fowl in the Du Chesne County. THE BONTEWS EARTHLY PARADISE But Rolling Down a Mountain Side is Easy and Probable. A BUNCH OF CAMP STORIES a Stam Correspondence of The Evening Star. FORT DU CHESNE, Utah. OLAR BEARS, ELE- phants, kangaroos, hippopoiami and whales are not resi- dents of the . Du Chesne country. Sim- ilar and equally truthful statement might be made as to many other Stles of animal or pisca- torial life, but when all the absentees had been accounted for theres would still be @ game-roll not to be duplicated els:where within the geographical boundaries of the United States. Within a radius of,a hun- dred miles from this pcst are the homes of more wild beasts, birds and fishes than any one not accuainted with the facts would believe were in existence. Grizzly, cinramon and black bear, mountain lon, wild cat and coyote are to be found hy those who want to find them; elk and deer abound excecdingly; mounta:n sheep hide here and there; duck, grouse, quail and geese are plentiful in their respective sea- sons, while in the streams that rush foam- ingly from their mountain sources are countless millions of trout, white fish, gray- ling, chub and suckers. But it must not be supposed that all of these are on exhi- bition at this time. Deer and coyotes and Prairie dogs are most in evidence now that the snow is on the ground, but within a few weeks the alkali will be exposed and the bunch grass will get an upward move upon itself and then the hills and valleys will be thiekly pcpulated with first-class material with which to satisfy the longing of the sportsman. At this moment the streams are icebound—thirty inches of a cover wherever the water is deep enough— = it is nevertheless possible to catch ish. A truly scientific fisherman would be hor- rifled at a procedure which involves the cutting of holes in the ice and the set- ting of wire lines; such a person sces a marked distinction between “fishing” and “catching fish.” When the ice has de- parted it is then poss:ble to fish and catch fish at the same time, but when folks ar hungry for trout in winter time they e to disregard the fisherman's conscientious scruples in order that their unreasonable appetites may be satisfied. In the spri time and throughout summer and autum there is no [mit to the fishing opportuni- ties or the weight of a day's catch. As a rule, the fish are not large, but that condi- tion is not entirely a demerit when the fact is borne in mind that half a dozen twelve-ounce trout are to be caught here ja less time than a lucky expert would ex- pend in the capture of one of a pound and a half elsewhere. ‘Truth is Mighty. To print a tithe of the fish stories that are current at Du Chesne would strain the believing faculties even of those artists of the rod and reel who, when they pick up a newly issued Star, look first at the weather probabilities and the reported condition of the water at Great Falls. Enthusiasts who would like to revel in the tantalizing de- lights of fishy conversation are respectfully referred to Dr. H. D. Snyder, who is at once post surgeon and post fisherman. Highly successful as a medical practitioner, Dr. Snyder has somehow or other found time to build up a fisherman's reputation the like of which is not to be found in ail Utah. In one respect the doctor is unique. Others may construct and make wholesale delivery of those wonderful stories which only experienced fishermen can evolve, but no accusation of even semi-excusable fic- tion has ever been fired at the doctor. In some respects the doctor is almost too pre- cise to be human. Lieut. Lewis Koehler happened to say one day that the doctor had caught a trout which weighed two pounds three ounces. The doctor heard the statement and at once corrected it by say- ing: “Some one eise must have caught that one; my biggest only weighed one pound nine ounces.” Who will deny the doctor's title to a beautifully dedbrated and tuneful harp, as well as an abnormally large and conspicuously brilliant halo? During the season of 1895 the doctor filled baskets with- out number from the Uintah, the Du Chesne, the Strawberry and Lake Fork, yet association with countless thousands of fin-wearers has not worked deterioration of character. An {teresting question for country debating societies to dally with would be “Under similar circumstances would George Washington have dore as well?” ‘What Was Done to the Doctor. - Yet this phenomenally-veracious officer— efficient, and a good fellow in the broadest and best sense—is the victim of a horrible outrage. Throughout the winter the dector has been engaged in conscientious prepara- tion for the coming of that glad day when the last chunk of ice would float away and permit 2 true disciple of Izak Waltcn to cemmence operations. Hooks have been carefully assorted, flies constructed, fy- beoks filled, lines examined, rods revarnish- ed, reels cleaned and ciled. All things were ready, and the ice was cracking when there arrived at Du Chesne one of those arbi- trary_orders so frequently issued by the War Department; an order sending the doc- tor to duty at Fort Ethan Allen, away off in Vermont. In the lives of all army offi- cers are some days almost as dark as that one appeared to the doctor; none could pos- sibly be darker. Just think of it; to be all ready for spring fishing in the greatest fish territory of all the west and then to be sent to Verment! Everybody sympathized with the doctor, but words were too cold and too meaningless for such a situation. The tyr- anny of the War Department is something awful; it has a metapborical shawl-strap on every officer and enlisted man in the army, and it picks them up and slings them around as it pleases, unless they happen to have a lot of good, solid political influcnce. Out In the Hills Once More. There is just as much game in the Du Chesne region while the snow is on the ground as at any other time, but it is then much more difficult to get at than in the milder seasons. We did not- fully realize how true that was until we gave the snov a chance to get in our way. -From Dn Chesne to Indian Capon the conditions were not especially obstructive, but up in the canon the geological disarrangement and several tons of frozen moisture interfered consider- ably with any other than upward move- ment, and as we had no balloon that avenue, too, was closed. Camp was, therefore, es- tablished in a draw that ran into the canon, and from that point—where Chef Johnson always kept rich. stores of edibles—we strayed out into and onto the everlasting hills. Captain Day and Lieutenant Cay- enaugh were intent, of course, on familiar- izing themselves with the topographical as- pects—they were on detached service—but Johnny McAndrews and the remainder of the party sought the game which was said to be in the vicinity. It would be mere po- liteness of the most ordinary sort to say “Mr. McAndrews,” but, inasmuch as the gentleman in question is known through- out Colorado and Utah as “Johnny McAn- drews,” it would be just as easy and quite as fitting to refer to “Mr. Nimrod” or “Mr. Jehu” as it would be to attach a handle to the McAndrews appellation. Resolute, fear- less, prolific of resources, a first-class rider, a clever marksman, a mule-driver second to none, and an all-around jolly, good fel- low, Johnny McAndrews was one of the most desirable fellows on earth for such an expedition as the one we were on. And There Were Lions by the Way. A mountain lion had just concluded Lreakfast when we reached a rift in the “{ am a painter, my dear boy. I finish | bills through which we could preceed to- pictures, but I never knew how to finish a story.” ward the summits. A vindictive cowpunch- er had viewed the mangled remains of a ; Meat "fore he clinch the business. pet saddle horse, and was scheming ven- geance. Other horses had been sacrificed within two or three days, so traps were be- ing set in likely spots. Horses are distress- ingly cheap in that vicinity—a herd of six- ty head was on the market for $300—but their owners are, nevertheless, averse to feeding them to wild beasts, in whom they (the owners) have no proprietary interest. Just now the lion crop is a little shorter than usual around Indian canon, for only @ short time has elapsed since a couple of professional hunters with three or four Professional dogs went through that neigh- borhood, and interfered effectually with the horse-destroying proclivities of thirty-seven able-bodied Hons, but there still remain a sufficient number of the brutes to make things interesting. We started out the very first morning to make life burdensome for one huge speci- men, but he knew more about the country than we did, and, consequently, made his escape. Three of us rode after him until the snowdrifts over which he skipped with ease brought our steeds up standing. Soft Snow does not bother a good horse very much; snow that is a trifle crfsty will tire the best animal in an hour or so. The mere kiiling of game out here is not worthy anything more than brief mention. When there are so many kinds of available targets, almost any one is bound, sooner or later, to hit scmethiag. But he must take chances that are frequently dangerous enough to make a slack-wire dancer pause; he must “tempt Providence” twenty times in an hour; he must restrain himself when the downgrade is almost as steep as a house front, and he will have to climb up some apparently impossible ridges. The Acrobatic Native Horse. A well-seasoned cayalry horse does quite well at times, but only few of that kind can compare for a moment with the native horse. Corporal Rarnes’ “Ben’’ was equal to most situations, and was in many re- Spects a paragon, but in the hunting busi- ness he was outclassed by “Pat Lynch, who is the equine pride of Johnny McAn- drews’ heart. A downhill trip, through snow and shale—so precipitous as to be within a few degrees of vertical—is easy for “Pat.” Carrying 200 pounds of rider and equipment, “Pat” would bunch his feet and slide to the bottom without so much as a grunt, while those members of the party who had cavalry horses promptly dismounted and slid down in all sorts of attitudes, sometimes followed, sometimes preceded, by the!r respective animals. The man who has never enjoyed the felicity of such an experience should endeavor to secure it as soon as possibie; there are new sensations in store for him. Sometimes he will be leading his horse, and while mov- ing rapidly toward the bottom of the gulch wonders how many seconds will elapse be- fere the animal falls all over him. Some- tmes the horse will, perforce, slide to the front, and then the man clings frantically to the larriat or the halter strap and prays that he may not be dragged into eternity without keing given half a chance to stay out. A Catastrophe. Occasionally there is a ludicrous incident. Private Jackson Lewis was the last man of four to fall down a hillside that much re- semLled the dome of the Capitol. His pre- decessors had selfishly ed up all the snow-crust roundabcut, 30 Lewls had no brake. He started ahead of his horse, but failed to maintain his advantage. Once in awhile the couple world get tangied up in a pine or a cedar, but for two or three hun- dred yards the ccurse was clear, was looze and the unde ery as ico, so in spite of momentary lays the downward movement was quite “ft, with the trooper a nose in front of four-footed compunion. A ding of the atmosphere by an unmistakable ninth cavalry exclamation caused those who were ek:mbing the opposite hill to ward. There wis Lewis. Investig. J up to his ankles in a snowdrift, hi: having gone in first. From this awkward situation Lewis rescued himself, and after, his eyes and nose and ears and mouth wuf clear of snow he explained the"situation by saying that the horse shot suddenly :hend, pulling him off his feet and dumping hi: upside down into the drift. But “Pat’ would never play tricks ike that, All you had to do in his case was to indfeate the general direction in which you wanted to go, and then let him go there. A tight re! embarrassed him; ail he e be vermitted to slide cr climb in hi way, with his head perfectly fr den by a rider who understood him, 0 suffered neither from hi = nor vertigo, *Pat" would get i of piaces where a deer might be excused for hesitating. Only three long days of mountain work was it nm ary to fersake the saddle, and on eac these ngtable occasions it was the and not the horse who judged as to the necessity. Where the Wind Blows. He who hunts in the Wahsatch or Vintah mountains im winter will experience chilly weather. If he is fortunate he may escape the blizzards that are features of western meteorology, but the odds are in favor of his some day becoming suddenly wrapped in a great cloud, the motion of which Is terrify- ing even to the hardy mountaineer. ‘The swift-moving atmosphere is laden with icy erystals, which sting the cheeks and fill the unprotected eyes. Through the canons the wind roars; on the mesas it howls a mono- tone; every pine branch and cedar bough is an aeolian harp. The voices of the tem- pest will force themselves on the ear; some sounding like the cries of human beings in distress—the man’s strong tones, the shrill cries of frightened women, the feebler ap- peals of perishing children; others are musi- cal and at times blend in richer harmonies than those ever produced by imitators of nature’s inimitable diapason. From just ahead comes what you fancy is the scream ofa mountain lion; just behind you the yelp- ing of a pack of wolves; bears growl on either hand, and the lynx adds his ant note to the carnival of noises pr by the fleeting blast. Venison. Away down in a deep “draw” you snap your fingers at the blizzard. A fire is soon kindled, and within five minutes choice cuts of venison are being cooked on flat scraps of rock after the fashion according to which Col. McKibben “planks” shad at Marshall Hall. A rifle shot echoes up the draw, and before any one can guess who fired it two magnificent bucks rush toward the canon at a gait that no other animal could equal on such ground; some of the uphill jumps exceeded thirty feet. A few minutes later a contented Indian went past to his nearby wickiup; he was leading a miserably poor pony, who was, however, strong enough to pack a 300-pound deer up = hill too steep for the average Washington log. Through the gathering gloom and then the darkness we rode the eight miles to camp, while the mercury was falling into the bulb with a succession of dull, sickening thuds. How the Sutlers Suffer. We were toasting our shins around the superheated Sibley stove when Private Rich —who was out as the driver of the four- line team—made some mention of a rancher who had sold the ninth cavalry a load of | 2. “Oh! Neptune: Yer pies at Pine Ridge during the Sioux cam- paign of 1890-91, That recalled the fact that the granger aforementioned did not get paid for the pies in question. He per- titted all comers to help themselves be- cause a trooper who had a sergeant's over- coat on said he would be responsible. Of course he was not responsible, neither was he identified. A flood of sutler-beating reminiscences ensued. This one chuckled over the eggs he captured once; another's fancy reate and redrank at some untortu- nate vender’s expense; that one told how the cake he somehow or other got hold of and hid was spirited away by a watchful and cake-hungry comrade. There was no display of repentance, although every one of the soldiers present was scrupulously honest; soldiers and sutlers are always at war with each other, and the soldier who gets ahead of his adversary has no more trouble with his conscience than has the citizen who hoodwinks a customs ofticer. “When we was at Pine Ridge,” said Rich, “one old gentleman came into camp with fresh pork to sell. He reckoned he'd get rid of it to one of the troops in Col. Hefiry’s battelion. He went into the cap’n’s tent and said he had three hawgs out in his w-gon he'd like to sell. He and the cap’n haggled over the price, and bimeby the cap’n came out to look at the The old gent he lifted up his wagon cover, and jes’ groaned; he done that ‘cause the hawgs wasn’t there. And them hawgs never was found.” 2 Rich's lips were not greasy, but his tongue wandered over them in a retrospec- tive sort of a way indicative of participa- tion in the putting away of the “hawgs” that never were found. A Mathematical Magpie. “Did any .of you fellows know that a magpie can count?” The question ema- nated from Johimy McAndrews, and was the logical sequence of several deeply inter- esting if not altogether veracious anec- dotes as to animal instinct. Everybody disclaimed knowledge of associated mag- pies and mental arithmetic, although Lieut. Cavanaugh had néllced that the many magpies he had shot at and missed inva- riably made _knowngto their relatives and friends the fact that a man was gunning in that vicinity, and suggested that every magpie stay indoors. until the man ,de- parted and the chi of being acciden- tally killed were re@iced to a minimum. “I was camped once where the magples were very plentiful” proceeded Mr. Mc- Andrews—ignoring Cavanaugh's irrelevant remarks—“and belay we started away in the morning I tried ‘Several times to get a good shot ata bunch, They were too cute for me, but I congguded I'd fix some of them anyhow. So I sent my three com- panions on ahead and remained just inside the door of the little shack we had slept in. Do you know—and I don’t care whether you believe me or not—that one old mag sat around at a safe distance and warned the rest of the flock away. He saw three men ride off, and he knew that the other one was hiding somewhere. After loafing for fifteen or twenty minutes I got up and followed my partners, whereupon that sen- tinel mag gave a loud and triumphant sort of a screech and in thirty seconds there were fifty magpies hopping around the front of the shack. The mag has brains, just as sure as you're living. 30. H. HARRIES, ———_. AN UNDERGROUND BAR. Seven Hundred Feet Underground Was This Man's Liquor Business. Froin the Minneapolis Tribune, A newspaper man of this city, who has been up in the iron mining country for some time, reports the capture of a “blind pg” by a deputy sheriff of St. Louis county in the Chantler mine, 750 feet beneath the surface of the earth. The Chantler is one gf the numerous mincs in the Vermillion range, or hard ore belt, in the northern part of the country end ninety miles from Duluth. The miners that work on the range and in the different mines are mostly Hungarians or Finlanders. They are very fond of alcohol, and when under its influence are quarrel- some. They all carry knives with blades about four inches in length and wooden handles, which they make themselves. These knives, worn in a belt, are drawn on the slightest provccation. Several of the miners were arrested for fighting in the mines and sent down to Du- luth for trial, and every one of them, when taken from the mines, was drunk. The men’ Who went down the shaft to work in the morning perfectly sober would come up at the end of their shift gloriously drunk. ‘The managers of the mine and the authorities the miners who was Seriously cut in one of the fights told about a miner who sold liquor to the other men while they were supposed to be at worl otice Was sent to the sheriff of St. Lo county and a deputy was order- ed to invest On arrivin, ly the official was taken to the very lowest shaft, where the informer ad told iim he wotild find the blind pig. ") feet under ground. The jd to sell the liquor was call- an and asked about it. He ak Engl'sh, and another miner {as interpreter. When Mos- s his name, was made to nd what was wanted, and that one of the mer present was an officer sent to ai . he wilted ationce and took the par- y into a shaft thagdhad not been worked i pwed them his which consisted of rd, one end resting on a pile of ore an thé other on an empty topk,on hand at the time abe four quart bottles quart bottles of very powder cans full of hich alarmed at the jail. and ciaimed that AS against the la ec. however, and he Fand bound over to the kame was Orna Mosjeckja, ; taken from the mine he a ; had heen seliing liquor to The inen for nearly. two months, and said that he mate on an.avetage of about $3.50 a day from the s powder kez. H of the arrest . Unrge gnd t the mine, and they worked by different raje foremen. When a man ink,he would slip away from his gang, Ww! as an easy thing to the only light furnished comes from the lamps in the men’s caps. Mosjeckia red areund the bottom of the main shaft, and so was able to avoid inter- feren part of the foremen. At the hearing in Duluth his bonds were fixed at $250, but as he was unable to furnish them he was sent to the jai —ses The One Weman in the World. the St. Paul (finn. Dispaten. If my wife comes in here tell her to wait for me, please,” said Jones, rushing into the big dry goods store of Smith Co. “Yes, 1 am I to know who your wife is? the surprised clerk “Ah, r the reply. “Well, y anything to her at all. Just ti I return,” and he rushed he clerk looked longingly at a pile driver across the street. of course. Oh! I’m oing to. sneeze." 4 “Oh! who's pulling my back hair?” me —St.<Paul’s, OCCULT HOCUSPOCUS Mysteries of: the Basket Trick of India Laid Bare, MAGIC WITHOUT MAHATMAS Simple Methods Used to Produce Surprising Effects. FULLY EXPLAINED Frem the Boston Globe. The credit for the exposure of the occult art of India belongs to A. Edwin Rood, a nephew of Hon. Henry Ballantine, late American consult to Bombay. Mr, Rood has lived many years in India, and speaks Hindustanee as fluently as En- glish. He devoted a great deal of time to studying the characters and performances of the fakirs. He won their confidence. He induced a company cf them to go with him on a voy- age around the world, giving exhibitions of their magic. They had great success every- where, before crowned heads and heads that were not crowned. But he is sick of the business. The fakirs became cantankerous and mutinied two cr three times. They are hard to manage out- side their own country, and Mr. Rood is the only man who has ever succeeded in doing anything with them. They struck recently | in New York, all Lut the faithful Nathoo, and so Mr. Rood concluded to go out of the busi ess, That is why he happens to be in Boston at present, and the other evening at 281 Cclumbus avenue he removed the veil from Indian occultism for the benefit of a Glove artist and repcrter. First Nathoo performed the tricks, and after he had left the room Mr. Rood re- peated them and showed the hocuspocus in each. r. Rood says that the reason why the doos are such expert palmsters that their hands are formed unlike those of any other human beings, the base of the thumb heing so large and high that they can hold any article in the palm, from a pea to an egg, Wihout ccntracting a muscle, so that when the back of the hand is turned to- ward you it fs impsssidle to see that any rticle is concealed in the palm. The Turban Trick. The first performance was one that has always been % poser to the amateur jug- gler. It was the famous trick cf catung and burning the turban. Only in this case the turban was a very long strip of musiin i s galleries or shafts in |,cloth. : Nathoo first cut several pleces about five inches long from ene end. Then the strip was folded, and he appeared to cut through the folds, thus making three or four pieces of the strip. In reality, however, as Mr. Rood subse- quently showed, he only cut off a small piece of each end. But in order to accom- ish this he gave the cloth a twist which in the desired position to As the small pieces were cut off they were secured by a Knot, which gave the cleth the aprearance of having been cut into three or four distinct parts. The pieces were deftly rolled into a ball, palm- ed and finally dropped into Nathoo’s bag in a moment when the spectators’ attention is attracted elsewhere. Then tie ends of the cloth are set on fire, apparently i are heid in such a manner that in reality it is only the little pieces that are burned. When tne cloth is unrolled it is, of course, found to be intact, and no one ever thinks of measuring it to see whether it has lost any of its length. Then came the “lota” or water trick, in which a small metal vessel, looking some- thing like a cuspidor, seemed to centain an endl amount of water. The deception is caused by a partition around the inside of the “Iota” (1), which has a small hole at the bottom to allow the water to pass throough, and when the ves- sel is upside down the water remains around the side. By blowing through a very small hole drilied in the s‘de (at 2), Nathoo could cause a fountain-like flow from the mouth of the vessel. Mr. and Mrs. Reod then held an ordinary white sheet for Nathoo to perform his pop- corn trick on. “Any old sheet will do,” said rs. Rood in an aside, when Nathoo seemed satisfied with a piece of black cloth. He then threw some dried raw corn upon the sheet, and taking the “suplee," which semewhat resembles a dustpan, he began stirring the corn, all the while repeating his incantations. Apparently the corn began to pop, and Mr. Rood subsequently showed that Nathoo’s “suplee” nad a double bottom (2), by opening which the nicely popped corn which had rreviously been placed there came out upon the sheet. Nathoo was immensely tickled by the suc- cess of this trick. A Miracle Explained, He then treated his spectators to the mi- raculous appearance of two live rabb!: this is the explanation of the miracle Two rabbits were placed in a small cloth lag (1), loosely tied therein and put on the floor. The small basket @) was then placed before Nathoo, who put upon it his rahmsa- mee, or god, made out of cloth and leather, and resembling a cross between a crocodile and a bootjack. This little god is very efficacious in Hindoo cccultism, and should never be left out. After putting it on the basket, Nathoo spread a small cloth over both, and then, after chanting a hymn, he removed the basket with his left hand, with the cloth still over it, and while calling attention to the fact that the rahmsamee is still there, deftly picks up the bag containing the rab- bits with the hand which holds the basket, bringing them around in front of hii quickly remeves the rabbits from the bag, places them under the basket, throws aside the cloth in which the bag is concealed, lifts the basket and astonishes his specta- tors with the sight of the rabbits, The hubble bubble, or Hindoo boat mys- tery, came next. This is not a trick, ex- actly, but a very good illustration of the natural action of air and water, which great- ly puzzled Mr. Rood for a long time. An or- dinary cocoanut shell is hollowed out from a small aperture at the eye, having a hole eb one-sixteenta of an inch in diameter and about two inches from the aperture. A caair rung ebout two inches in circum- ference and eight inches long has a hole one-sixteenth of an inch in diameter drilled lengthwise through the center. Figure 4 represents a small boat eighteen inches long, about five inches wide and two inches deep, with a small hole bored through the side rear the bottom (figure 5). A small seat bar is at one end, in which Is drilied a holé large enough to allow the chair rung to fit tightly. ‘The cocoanut is first filled with water, and a finger is kept over the hole in the side. Then one end of the chair rung is Inserted You don’t drink Beenuse you enu’t digest it. Ble gst! and is Weenies food drink, = in the cocoanut and the other end is inserted tightly in the seat ber aperture, and the boat Is filled with water. At intervals of a few seconds the action of the water and air will throw a stream from the small hole in the side of the cocoa- nut into the boat. 1t appears to flow and stop at the will of the juggler, for he regu- lates his commands according to the time necessary. Dancing Dack Trick. The “dancing duck” trick which followed has often defied detection. Figure 1 in cut shows a half cocoanut supported by three stones. Nathoo filled this with water and scon a small duck (figure 2) appeared on the surface, and at his command bowed and danced to the beating of a small tomtom. A horse hair fastened with wax to the duck’s breast, and passing down through a p:nhole in the bottom of the cocoanut (fig- ure 3), was the simple means by which Ne. thoo made the duck dance. He held it with the hand that beat the tomtom. After this came the famous mangoe trick, of which every one has heard. It looked very strange and mysterious, but the ex- planation makes one feel like kicking him-| Sinish th ce ects took first for body’ makes and supports the brain. " heart pumps impure blood into the brain, wee rod expect the man to be clear. self for not having discovered it himself. Nathoo took a small flower pot nearly filled with earth, and over it placed a cloth about half as big as a bed sheet. After a moment’ the basket to one side, raised the cloth, and showed in the earth a small, green sprout, which he had quickly put there by his clev- er_palming. The pot was again covered with the cloth, and Nathoo prayed sem2 more to his little gcd, played on his hernpipe, beat his tom- tom, grasped a strall bag, in which the mrengce bush was concealed, brought it around in front of him, removed the bag, stuck the bush into the earth, took away the cloth cover, and there was the miracle right before us. It was all exasperatingly simple when Mr. Hood later did the trick very slowly. The Basket Mystery. * Nathoo’s last “miracle” was the great basket mystery, which he successfully per- fcrmed wth Mr. Rood’s ass:stance. This is said to be performed by the aid of the ma- hztmas, and in India ts considered nothing short of supernatural. This trick consists in putting a man into a net, in which he is tightly tied, and then laid ucross the top of a basket, about three feet long, eighteen inches wide and two feet dep. A sheet is then placed over all, and within ten seconds the net is thrown out from un- derneath the sheet, in which is inclosed the turban of the juggler, who has apparently disappeared from the basket. A moment later the cover of the basket is removed by the conjurer_who is perform- ing the trick, and who, after arranging the sheet loosely over the basket, stamps on it and sit down in it. After this he gets up, places the lid on the basket, binds it tightly with ropes, and then with a sharp stick or sword pierces the basket viciously on Il sides, through a small hole in the center of the top. This always convinces the spectators that the basket 's empty, and greatly puzzles them, for previous inspection has satisfied all that no trap door or sccret passages arc ured. When the man is placed in the net he im nediately loosens the cord which runs from top to bottom, and when it is loosened it atlows him to get out through the side, leaving his headgear !n the net. He lace: this tcgether again with the cord attached, so that it may be examined after it is thrown out, leaving no trace of his escape from the net. Then, while the cover is being removed, the juggler in the basket curls himself around the edge, with his feet folded close- ly backward agzinst his body (figure 7), WFich allows ample room for the assistant to stand and sit in the basket. During the sword thrusts he lies with his knees drawn tightly against his chest, changing position so as to allow the sword or stick to strike the four sides of the basket. After this crdeal of dodging swords cr sticks, and after the mysterious incanta- tions by the chief juggler, the basket seems to take life and rolls about, and after the cover is removed the occupant is pulled out. es Another Bird Story. From the Spectator, A few years ago a lady living in the Via Volturno, in Reme, had some pet canaries in cages, which she every day hung out on a balcony in front of her kitchen window. She observed a sparrow frequently come and perch on one of the cages, and one evening when she brought in her birds she unawares brought in also the little wild visitor, perched on its favorite cage. It showed no fear, and pecked the crumbs she offered it. Evening after evening the same bird continued to come in with its imprisoned friend. 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