The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 25, 1897, Page 26

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 25 1897. CONSTANTINOPLE OF TO-DAY AND ITS PROBLEMATIC FUTURE Constantinople, With its dramatic past and its problematic future, is a very inter- ing study at the present time, when war has just broken out between Moslems and Christizns, with the not remote pos- sibility that the great powers may hecome involved in the struggle. Should tHé con- cert of Europe be broken up, then the rule of the Soltan at the Golden Horn, whic rests solely on the diplomacy or the jeal- nations, would soon i Constantinople would pass into the possession of a great civilized power, with the almost certain prospect that it would become the leading capital of the world, perhaps as great in propor- tion to our advanced timesas old Rome was in the height of her glory. Some of the leading facts of its past and prophetic intimations of iis future can now be onporiunely called to memory. One of tie most interesting of these pro- phetic intimations of the probable great- ness of its destiny is in the story of the at- | tempted bareain between Alexander of Russia and Napoleon Bonaparte as to the | partition of the world. The estimate of the value of Stamboul both by the clear brain of the wouid-bs world congueror and the powerful Czar, who was the most effectual barrier to the French Emperor’s | vaulting ambition, is strikingly illus- | trated bv the offered bargain and its re- fu The Czar promised the Corsican that he would oppose no hindrance to his | Eoropean schemes of agzrandizement | provided only he would let Alexander | have Constantinople. The pros cons | of the proposition were weighed by one of | the keenest military brains the world has ever known, and the answer was an em- phaiic no. To the conqueror, who wanted the most powerful dominion in the world and who had the capacity to so nearly at- | tain it, the possession of this strategic | point from which to administer universal | empire promised an advantage to Russia | which outw ed dominion over all the lance of Eurove. Another intimation of the probability of its being selected as the capital of one of the greetest of future empires is that it has been said by high autnority in military science in recent times that the first line of defense of the Turkish capital, stretch- | ing from Lake Derkos to the Sea of Mar- | mora, far exceeds ibat of any capital in | the world. In fact, it is said that thisline | of defense, supplemented with a firsi-class | fleet to guard the Black Sea, would make come to an en Constantinople absolutely impregnable if boidly guarded by an army of 75,000 men. Colonel F. V. Greene of the United States army, who was with the Russian staff in the Russo-Turkish war of 1877-78 and made a thorough study of the strategic possi- | bilities of the lav of the land, and whose | standing is high as an authority in mil ary science, in his work on the “‘Russ Campaizns in Turkey’’ gives it as his judg- ment that the seat of the Ottoman empire | is practically impregnable, if in the hanas | of a first-class military and naval power. | But the military advantages of Constan- | tinople as a site from which to wield do- | minion over a large part of the world is only haif of the desirability of the situa- tion. Equally great is its importance as center for vast commercial control. No harbor in the world has such a double outlet to big areas of productiveness and casy access to great sea marts. These waterways east and west are so safe to iriendly vessels and so readily made im- passable to foes that the combination is unique, and above all others would be the choice as the vantage point for the future most universal of commercial empires. The harbor is almost tideless, and in the Golden Horn alone there is safe and commodious anchorage for 1200 of the largest vessels, and the more open space on the other side of the city is also safe and deep enough for the heaviest ships. Promptly from here the great argosies can pass through tbe Bospnorus to the Biack Sea and be in essy contact with a region which for the wide extent of its ricnly productive area is not anywhere | excelled on the globe, or they can 8O | downward through the Dardanelles and be quickly in the Ezean and Mediter- ranean seas, where the commerce of three continents would be gathered close {or them to carry. In time of threatened danger their refuge is readily reached, and so complete as to make assaulta surd. The foreign navy that entered un- bidden and unwelcome into the Helles- pont when it was properly torpedoed below and guarded with modern guns above would simply steam over the edge of the universe and drop into the abysses of chaos. With a great naval power at Stamboul, the master of that capital could also be master of the Mediterranean and control a lion’s share of the trade of Europe, Asia and Africa. To any nation with the ambition and capacity for world mustery the glorions 03 r,gx, | ;’:?}:y, o YILDIZ KIOSK, WITH Pertinent Review in the Light of Present Gomplications MOSQUE AND PAVILION. beauty of the site now occupied by the sublime Porte would aad much to its at- tractiveness for the building of the grand- est capital the earth has ever seen, and the glamour of its historic record would be another :eason. Many travelers pro- nounce the grandeur of the scene here to be beyond any elsewhere to be seen on the earth’s surface, and they say it marks an epoch in one’s life to witness it for the first time. The glamour of the historic record of Constantinople comes largely from the persistence of the empire there. No other city, ancient or modern, anywhere near equals it iu the far stretch of the centuries during which it has been the capital of an empire. Fifteen centuries and sixty- seven years is the immense measure. For more than ten centuries it was a Cbristian empire, and the Ottoman emvire will have held sway thers on the 29th of this month for 441 years. Old Rome was not an empire’s capital for one-third of this time, Tweaty-five centuries is Constantinople’s age as a city. For five centuriesit was the most populous and wealthy city in the world. For eight centuries it successfully repelled the assaults of immense armies of every race of people surrounding it, and conquerors, elsewhere Irresistible, with- drew, bafflea by its power. For fifteen cen- turies it was a great maritime world mis- tress, and the record of such famous com- mercial cities as Venice, Tyre, Carthage, Alexandria, Genos and, in lact, all others is but brief and }ittle by comparison. for five centuries she was the center of learn- ing, art and general civiliz was because of her heroic re attacks of barbarian hordes during so many centuries that so many priceless heritages have been safely handed down to modern civilization. Since the Emperor Constantine made it-the capital of the Roman empire in 339 A. D, it has endured twenty great sieges and only yielded twice—to the Venetians and Crosaders in 1204 and to Mobzmmed II in 1453. Alto- gether the famous city has a record of heroism, intellectual energy, skill and perseverance that counts up an aggrezate surpassing that of any other. One of the notable things about Con- stantinople historically is that one lan. guage, the Greek, bas been continuously used there for twenty centuries. It has varied slightly at distant periods, but has possessed an inberent power to return to its original purity unknown to other tongues, and modern Greek is more like Homer's than modern English is iike Chaucer’s. Soin the permanence of its cultured language Constantinople is as remarkable as in the persistence of em- pire there. The Turk can only be considered as temporarily encamped in Europe. He is too sick now to hold his conguest by force, and the nicely baianced jealousy of the great nations which suffers him to stay may any day suddenly lose its equi- librium. Then will come a change in the great political affairs of the world that will probably make Constantinople again the chiefest capital of the earth. —_— Kossuth as an Orator. “In appearance Kossuth was taller than Americans had been led to suppose. His face had an expression of penetrating in- telligence,” writes Parke Godwin, recall- ing the American visit in 1851, of the great Hungarian patriot, in a paper of the “Great Personal Events’ series in the Ladies’ Home Journal. *It was Iong,_ths forehead broad, but not excessively high, though a slight baldness made it seem so, and the chin narrow, but square in form. His hair was thinin frontand dark brown, as was his beard, which was quite long, but not very thick, and arranged witn neatness and taste. **His mustache was heavy and rather long. His eyes were very ldrge and of a Iight blue; his complexion was pale. As a speaker his manner was at once incom- parably dignified and graceful. His pos- ture and appearance in repose was impos- ing, not only from the essential grace and digrity, but from a sense of power they impressed upon the beholder. “He spoke as if with but little prepara- tion, and with that peculiar freshness which belongs to extemporaneous speak- ing, and the wonderful compactness and artof his argument were not felt until yon reflected upon it afterward. He ges- ticulated freely, equally well with both arms. Nothing could be more beautiful in its way than was the sweep of his r1zht hand it was raised to heaven when be spoke of the Deity; nothing sweeter than the smile which at times mantled his face. Beyond a aoubt he was the greatest of orators then living.” e e When the Queen of Italy enters a shop to do soms shopping the doors are closed and the public exciuded until she has left. WHEN BIRDS B 1 nailed a knot of bale rope toa shed roof yesteraay and seated myself by an open window overlooking the roof to | watch results. It was a windy day and the ends of rope flapped in the air and | beat softly against the shingles. I waited | s long time with no reward for my pa- | tience, but at last a wee lady goldfinch | alighted npor the roof and began hopping } about the rope. Another bird, whom I | took to be her mate, perched upon the ridgepole close beside her and watched operations apparently as much in- terest as I felt. After a careful survey the litile hen took hold of one end of the rope and began to pull atit. It was only by aint of much pecking and working with bill and claws that she succeeded in sep- arating a single thread of the tow from the rest, and then she set to work to | break this. Such a pulling and tugging | and hopping about to get a better grip! | Once or twice she slipped, lost her hold | and fluttered up into the air to avoid fall- ing heels over head. | During the whole performance the male | bird sat upon the ridgepole and sang | blithely, but cffered no assistance. Evi- dently he was the ornamental member of the domestic firm. The little ben seemed | to expect no aid from I Indeed she never once looked in his direction, but thread from the rope she gave a triumph- ant little “‘cheep” and the two flew away. Either they returned again and again or several pairs of goldfinches visited tne rope. Ithink there were at least two pairs, | but in each instance the programme was very much what I have outlined, the male bird perching sometimes on the ridge, | again upon a willow branch, and el\!el’-jlnm the same leisurely, quiet Counesylmhy well believe the scientific reasoning | bird so easily repulsed as the English teining his lady with song while she worked. A pair of titmice visited the rope soon after the poldfinches left with their first thread. These two worked togetiner, each pulling at its own thread and making a good deal of twitter over their work. They were followed by a red-headed linnet, who was all alone, but evidently about setting up housekeeping, and he tugged away at the rope until he bad secured sev- eral of the threads. The linnets seem to ive up to the principle of equal rights, for males and females came and went in- | dependently, tearing at the rope and bresking it off, and I did not see a single pair at work together. A male towhee bunting flew down to the roof as I watched, bat made no attempt to secure any of the | A female of the same species came | rope. aimost immediately and began pulling at the threaas. It was interesting to watch these two. I do not know if they were pair. The sober-hued hen did not seem to care about the rope, and after a few tentative picks she left t and began picking. at some blades | of grass growing in cracks between the | shingles. The other bird did not thrust his society upon her. In fact he seemed scarcely aware of her presence unless she | approacbed him, when he was instantly | when at last she bad broken off her bit of | at attention, wings trailed, head ana tail | erect, and bill opening and closing ra idly, a perfect picture of galiant courage and devotion. She did not seem at all impressed, I regret to say, and each time, after an indifferent glance, she would turn away, and he would immediately as- | sume an air of intense absorption in some- thing else. There w: about the perform- | that characterizes every movement of these dignified birds, but I could not clearly understand their method of court- he presently flew off, and she followed, with something as much like haste as the brown towhee can manifest. A female song-sparrow came alone, espying the tossing . rope-end as she flew by, but she had only given a tug or two at the loose end when another bird, probably her mate, came up in a great hurry, and the | two pulled together on a single strand un- | lowing. | A dainty little wren, whether male or | female I could not say, came twice and helped itself, and it was pretty to watch three little linnet hensthat arrived yery | nearly together and stood one behind the other, each waiting her turn and making | no effort to molest the others. This sur- prised me, for the linnets are quarrelsome birds, second in this disagreeable quality only to the Engiish sparrow. They are | interesting in their combats. The two | contestants generally begin battle Iying ‘ along the branch of a tree. with bodies flat against the bark and crimson heads erect and moving gently from side to side. In | this position they bear a startling resem- blance to snakes, and one sesing them snip, it courtship it was, especially when | til it broke and she bore it off, he fol- | thattraces birds and reptiles to a common | ancestry. After a few minutes of this | nentral Gefiance they rise in’the air, clinch and fight savagely, the little hen | who is the cause of hostilities sitting calmly by to watch the conflict, and, often as not, going off with a third wooer | when it is over. | It was interesting to note the number of birds that visited my bit of rope in the | course of the forenoon. A summer warbler | carried off several tnreaas to line its | mest. A white-crowned sparrow secured a bit—very much to my surprise, for I nad | not supposed that this bird would remain | here during nesting season. 1t has been | my experience, however, that the birds | seem to feel themselves under no obliga- | | tions to behave as the books say they do. This is especially true of our Californian | birds, who are possibly not ‘up” in the literature about birds which so many | | bird-lovers have written lately. So I was | | not surprised when, the other day, I saw a | bluebird with a bit of straw in bis bill, ap- | parently busy at nest-building. It is asserted of this bird that he never assists in the building of the nest, and it is pos- sible that this action on the part of my | biuebird was the merest specious pretense of industry. For all he is s0 pugnacious there is no sparrow. For several years these birds have nested in the walls of my honse, having their exits and entrances through -undry openings made by woodp: ckers. Early this season, however, I hardened my heart against them to the extent of throwing small lumps of earth at them on severa] occastons when they came about. They took the hint with aston- ishing quickness. Only one pair seems to have builded in the old places and their former homes have passed into the pos- session of a bevy of wrens and bluebirds who keep up a deal of musical gossip in the early morning hours. It seems to me that the songs of the birds deepen in tone and increase in vol- ume as the season advances. Even the goldfinches, who early in the spring sang |10 tender, hesitant littie snatches, now pour out perfect showers of dainty lyric as they rush to and fro on their innu- merable important errands. These birds are among the latest to mate and settle down. Most of them have already paired, but even these have not yet begun nest- building in earnest, and the gay bachelors are still holding high carnival among the treetops. Most of the other birds have already as- sumed family cares, I know where a score or more of patient little heads peer above the edges of nests, as faithful little mothers sit expectantly upon their eggs, and here and there beneath the trees tell- tale bits of shell evidence the presence of young broods high up in the branches. The season is at its heignt, and hili-top and canyon have their hands full of beauti- ful things for their lovers. I found tbe first Mariposa lilies a few daysago, flutter- ing, like butterflies, in the breeze on a { rocky windswept eminence. The soil there is sparse and stony, but the dainty, fairy- like white blussoms flourish in it hough it were the richest garden loam. Lower down, where the trail descends into the wooded canyon, the ceanothis is a mass of blue blossoming, and the wild columbine invites the climber to almost inaccessible thickets, where its eerie flowers hang just beyond his reach. The trillium is passing, but the Solomon’s seal is still in its glory, and the biz bumble-bees are gathering rich harvests from the mints. There is as much individuality about insects there is about biras, and among | none is this more marked thaa among the bees. Sit down quietly any day among the thickly blossoming mints and clover and watch the bees at work. The honey- bee gathers from but one sort of flower at a time, but beyond this s'e seems to have no systematic plan in her industry. She flits from flower to flower sipping daintily here and there, often returning to a flower she has just left. But the big bumble-bee is more sparing of effort. She setties upon a plant of the mint and makes a circuit of the minute cups, drinking a sweet drop from each. Itis delighiful to watch this creature feeding. There is something wholesome ana hearty in the way it grasps a blossom in its strong forefeer, UILD TRHEIRNESES= - FRE. SPRINGTIAE The Little Warblers Act Like Human Beings Starting Housekeeping ) tips it forward and drains the cup. It will not leave the head or mint until each | flower has been visited, and it will make no such blunder as to poke its proboscis twice into the same cup. The butterfly | like the honey-bee flits captiously from flower to flower. [t does not confine its visits to any one variety, however, but | flutters airily from cream cup to 1ris, from iris to mailow or thistle, or even to your finger if you wet it and hold it up when a butterfly comes near. Different from any of these is the method of that other honey-hunter, the wasp, a sort of wildcat among insects. He attacks a blossom as he seems to do everything in life, with a certain fierce, earnest vindictiveness, as though life was too brief and full of hardship to admit of any gentleness or pleasure or beauty. It is hard to imagine the wasp loving honey, or knowing that it is sweet. Itseemsas though his natural food was gail and bit- terness. Yet what a marvelous thing it is—the intelligence and consciousness, the recognition that runs through all these lowly forms of life. Iknelt to ex- amine a bumble-bee’s nest the other day, and the insect came buzzing up at once to inquire my business, and only a few hours ago I came upon a honey-bee with sticky legs. It could not free itself from the bark of the tree upon which it had alighted. I priea the littls struggler off with my pencil and put it on the ledge of the hive. In lessthana minute two other bees came to its assistance and presently escorted it within the hive. Could human fellowship and kindly consciousness do more than that fora brother who had fallen upon hard fate and bean bruised ? ADpELINE KNAPP. THE ONLY PENSIONER OF WHICH ARIZONA CAN BOAST Arizona has but one Tersitorial pen- | gioner. His name is John D. Dobbs. session of the Legisiature | he has been taken care of to the | extent of from $300 to $500 a year. The d du’t hear of it till an hour ago. I'll| last Legislature was no exception, though | some of the nltra-economical statesmen | voted hard and spoke long against the in- justice of this single pension bill. They urged that it wds unfair to pension only | Jobnnie Dobbs when there were many | others whose wounds at the hands of tbe | untamed Apache rendered them or their | surviving heirs every bit as deserving of | public aid. Bills were introduced for the | relief of several others who suffered from | Indian depredations, but only Johnnie | Dobbs’ bill was allowed—as it always has | been and ever will be probazbly until the | end of terrestrial time comes fo the soul | of Johnnie Dobbs. Those who know the story of Johnnie Dobbs’ life and how he gainea the scars | which entitle him to legislative relief zre willing enough to believe that if the Leg- islature voted him $5000 a year, yet the | scars were barely paic for and society’s | debt to bim scarcely requited. The early part of Johnnie's lifs was s wild one and theincident at Fort Bowie on the morning of February 26, 1872, | whereby Joknnie's partner lost his life | and Johnnie the use of his two arms for life was as thrilling as any ever told be- tween the yellow covers of the old Wiid West dime-novel. Johnnie came into the Governor's office at Pheenix the other day to get his quar- ter’s warrant signed, and when the execu- tive signature had been attached, Johnnie staid awhile and told three or four of us how he came to earn his pension. Said he: | “Just before the scrimmage at Fort Bowie, I was driving the mails between that post and Ralston and Tucson. My last run was from Bowie to San Pedro on the upper Tres Alamos. I made this run soveral weeks after every other driver on the road had been killed, and the last duy 1 curae in, dead tired with a twenty-four hours’ trip, the sergeant told to report -at once 10 Colonel Sumzer. 1 had not seen bed for t irty-six hours and I was we: through with the soft snow that had been falling all day in the mountains. [ went over to the canteen and got a big swig of whisky and then reported at headquarters. ***As zoon as you've Lad your supper,’ said Colonel Sumner, ‘I want you to go down to Doubtful Canyon and bringin John Rediy, Tom Donovan and Cab; Thev've boen dead since last night, but I give you an escort of twenty-five men.’ *‘Weil, that was twenty-four hours more of riding without sleep, but we went at it. 1 was going to tell you what we found when we got to Doubtful Canyon, but [ can't put the thing in words dreadful and norrible enough to bring it out like it really was. Reddy, Cabias and Donovan were mail-drivers. Five men on the same runs had just been killed before them, but they were plucky boys and had staid on just one day too long. The Apaches had hacked their bodies in an awful man- ner and had then burnt off their lower limbs in & big brush fire. One man’s head was split wide open by a tomahawk and .another was disemboweled. The buckboards were a mass of ruins and all the mailbags bhad been slit into ribbons and the letters torn to fragmerits. It was the worst scene of butchery and desola- tion that I ever viewed, and I had seen some years of Indian fighting in the country. “By the time we cot back to Bowie I had made up my mind to quit the job and Colonel Sumner hadn’t a word to say against it. -Every time a man went through Doubtful Canyon his life was worth no more than a toss-up. Iwassa young man then, about 23, and wanted to stay around on earth a few years longer. Well, Idrove through that canyon a few | times more until they could get a man to take my place and then I went to herding cattle for the fort, This was tickiish business, but a man had some fighting show in it. Jack Williams and me took the contract to bring in the beef. About the 25th of January, 1872, we started in at this. *“We went out and bought the cattle from Hooker and other cattlemen and then drove them to tne fort.” We had to make all ovr drivesat night, and during the day we lay hidden, for that part of the country was just swarming with Apaches. *We made several succassful drives, and Itell you thateach drive we made gave the troops food that was absolutely needed. They could not Lave secured fresh meat in any other way. “On the morning of the 26:h of Febru- ary we ended another successful drive. Just before sunrise | we turned them into the post corral. About 9 o'clock in the morning we took them out to Bare Springs to let them browse and water. This isnot more than half a mile from the post and we thought we were safe enough. | We hadn’t been in the arroyo long, how- ever, before I noticed that the cattle kept wagging their ears in a peculiar way and they refused to feed. 1 said to Jack: “+0ld man, there’s Injuns about here.’ “He only laughed | and asked me what | put that crazy notion into my head. * ‘See them cattle,’ | I said. “+Oh, you're super- stitious, Johnnie,’ he 1 answered, and helaid back on the sand and began cutting plug tobacco for his pive. Well, he never smoked that pipe- load. Jack was fresh out from Chicago and I told him: “ +Jack, 1've fought these people and I know something about them. You never see one of them till he hits you. I'm going to look around bit, and you botter get your gun in shape.’ “But Jack only laughed and said I was going by signs instead of common- sense. had a rat- tling big shepherd dog, the best 1 ever A B 1 S BB | bead of cattle into the fort without losing a single head. We got seventy-nine | saw. But the dog i\ \ \i WAY I \ W JOHNNIE DOBBS, Arizona’s Only Pensioner, Whose Two Arms Were Rendered Useless in the Incid=nt at Fort Bowie. 2 AN TR was lying with his nose to the wind and here was quite a stiff breeze stirring, The cattle were headed theother way and the red devils were clos- ing in on us against the wind. Of course I wasn’t dead sure there were any In- diansabout—I hardly thougut they would dare so near the fort —but Ididn’t like the way those cattle act- ed. I had seen them act %that way before when there had been trouble, and it's pret- ty to bank on something serious in the wind when cattle that kave been on the road all night won’t browse in the morn- ing. So I went up the side of the cliff cautiously and' keot both eyes open for the barrel of a gun peep- ing out from a rock. “I hadn’t got fifty feet from where Jack == lay when crack,crack, hATE crack! went a volley mh and five buck A paches i i brush and weredanc- ing around Jack Wil- liams befors I could fire. “If I had known that Jack was killed by the first volley I would have hidden myselt and crawled back to the post un- der cover. But what I did was to open fire on the gang at once and I winged a rouple of them. Ihad some nerve in those days and was as good a hand with the rifie as anybodyin ihe neigh- borhood. I fired tour shots and then some- thing struck my leit wrist. Itcamed own fr m the top of the bluff where a buck was hidden bebind a rock. I a fterward learned that this was the cousin of Chief Cochise and he had been sent up there to pick me off. “The blood poured out of my wrist and it felt numb like. I had two six-shnoters and I began to fire them ox the crowd be- low, trying to keep out of sight myseif by crouching in the tall brush. But the buck on top of the bluff could see me and he kept up his fire. One ball wentinto my left breast, but that didn't seem to hurt me at the time. I kept edging away, but kept on firing all the time. I guess I had about two shots left in my last revolver when something pricked my left elbow. “Then it was time to quit. The re- volver fell ¢ut of my hand, but my gun was slung over my shoulder by a strap. I couldn’t use it, however, for both arms hung helpless. “By this time the fort had heard the firing and was getting into actiom. Boots and saddles was sounded, but the cavalry was out for nfle practice, and it took them some time to reach their horses. ‘‘There was an infantry company at the post under Colonel Evans, and he got bis men started way ahead of the cavalry. They came up tome just after 1 crossed the arroyo. I crossed this within fifty feet of where Jack Williams lay, and the Indians dancing all around him and tear- ing off his clothes and hacking up his body with their knives. They could have done what they liked with me then, but they just stood and stared at me as I shambled by them, the blood spouting out of both arms and streaming down my breast. The buek on the bluff quit firing as soon as I did and no one offered to touch me. ““Well, when I saw the infantry coming, I just fell in a heap, and they packed me off on a stretcher and set the doctors 0 work trying to stop the bleeding. I lost 80 mucn blood that my wounds cou!d not be dressed and the bones adjusted for six months, and it was not till the following November that I got out of the Tucson bospital. “But I forgot to tell you about that shepherd dog of Jack Williams. He fought like a tiger, and tore the breech clouts off four of the bucks and cut biz gashes in their legs with his teeth before they could club him to death. The bucks cut off Jack Williams’ ears and mutilated bis body horribly before the infantry came up. The cattle were stampeded by the rest of the band, butevery head was finally brought back by the cavalry. “They told me aiterward that Jack's body was powder burnt, showing that the Indians had crawled right up on him before they opened fire. “In July of that year, while I was in the hospital at Tucson, General 0. 0. Howard came outand made his famous treaty with the Chiricahuas in the Dragoon Moun- tains. He couldn’t get the treaty signed at Washington for a good many months, however, and so I was finally up and out in time to visit the fort again just as the treaty was concluded. There [ found one of the bucks I hadshot, and they were just then cutting off the leg that I had pinned.” Both of Johnnie Dobbs’ arms are al- most helpless, and for two vears after he came out of the nospital he was fed and dressed by others. Long practice, how- ever, has taught him to make the inost of the few muscles that remain in his arms, and he is quite a cheerful, middle-aged man now, whose face is one of the most familiar to be seen on the streets of either Pheeaix or Tucson. Luxe Norgg, So Far So Good. A prayer which was none the less sin- cere expression of fervent gratitude from the fac: of its amusing and very definite and needless allusions to infinite power was made by a New Hampshire delegate at & missiondry convention some years ago. After offering thanks for the Lord’s provision of his servants to labor with jstrength and earnestness of purpose in foreign lands, giving up the ties of home and all other interests in their devotion to the cause, he concluded his prayer thus: ‘“And we thank thee, O Lord, for thy wonderful power in this world in which we live, for althou:h thou kast made the earth and cau-ed it to revolve in a strange manner and with great velocity, ard al- though our missionaries are scatiered all over the globe, still so marvelously nast thou balanced the centripetal and cen- trifugal forces that as yet not a single brother has been thrown from the surface into unending space.” | | | |