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18 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1897. WAS IT ANDREE'S BALLOON? A WANDERER OF THE SKIES CARRY- ING TWO MEN SEEN m DRITISH COLUMBIA. HE Geographical Soclety of the Pacific {s watching for any clews which may lead to the finding of Pro- fe la: sor Andree, who set off for the district, B. C., in August. Letters of to this point, but the mails are irreguiar up there during winter, and no reply arrived till yesterday. Lund, Sweden and Norway, think the story very doubtful for sev- Professor Davidson and Mr. eral reasons. Six months ago the society sent up to the Bering and ¢ a large number of wood cuts of the balloon for dis- tribution among the whalers and sealing vessels. had on the reverse side in English a brief statement of and a request to give him such assistance It was thought that the balloon might But few hazarded a supposi- tion that it could come so far south as the Frazer River Arc ndree’s objec s he might wish. darift over Alaskan waters. country. The first report to the society stated that it was de- scending, when the observers saw some object, they could not tell what, thrown from it, and it began to ascend, then | floated off north ard. This would take it toward the Hudsons Bay where the only habitations of the Hudsons Bay Company. Following is the reply to the society’s inquiry: “CARIBOO HYDRAULIC MINING COMPANY (Limited), | QU NELLE FORKS, B. C, Dec. 7, 1897. “T. F. Trenar Esq., Assistant Secretary of the Geographical Society of the Pacificc San Francisco, Cal. — Dear Sir: Yours of the 22d inst. referring to the balloon claimed to have been seen in the air at the Horsefly hydraulic mine in British Columbia by Mrs. Sullivan and her daughter received and noted. ply I will state that my information is as follows: I Last month a report reached the soclety that a balloon had beéen seen near Quesnelle Lake, Cariboo are the widely separated posts | north pole July 11 inquiry were sent the Consul for These erly one. object in the sky. | above. region, | | under it. ascend. In re- | it disappeared. “About 2 p. m. on some day between the 4th and 7th of August I returned from the company's stampmill to my office, where I met my wife, who Informed me that Mrs. Suliivan and her daughter Had seen a large balloon passing over the camp from west to east. she also had seen it she replied she had not, but while walking in front o (wife of the company’s blacksmith) standing -in front of one of the tents occupied by the Sullivan family looking up in the sky in a southerly direction, and noticed that Mrs. Sullivan called her daughter, about 18 years of age, who went to her side and looked up in the direction indicated. Both mother and daughter ap- peared to watch the object for several minutes, they having turned their faces from a southerly direction to an east- Mrs. Sullivan called later and asked Mrs. Hob- son if she had seen the on Mrs. Sullivan and asked her to describe to me what she had seen, which she did as follows: “ “While looking up over the hydraulic bank (pointing in a southerly direction) I noticed a round, gray-looking As I continued to watch it appeared to get larger as it descended. much smaller, apparently suspended from the larger one It continued to descend until I could plainly see that the object was a balloon with a large basket hanging It finally commenced to swing violently back and forth and move very fast in that direction (pointing east- erly toward the east arm of Quesnelle Lake) and began to I then called out my daughter, and after pointing the balloon to her we watched it rise rapidly until it dis- appeared in an easterly direction.’ “I asked Mrs. Sullivan if she had ever seen a balloon before, and she replied that she had seen small ones. “Miss Sullivan corroborated her mother's statement from the time her attention was called to the balloon until “Both Mrs. Sullivan and her daughter are intelligent Upon asking my wife if the office she noticed Mrs. Sullivan a young woman of balloon. Later in the day I called I could see two objects, one 2 i il 1&‘0 VLA A i As' the Balloon Appeared to Mrs. Sullivan and Her Daughter. They Stood Near the Largest Building. The Dotted Line Shows the Course of the Aerial Traveler. persons and appear to be positive that the object they ob-| served moving rapidly through the sky was a large balloon, and while T am disposed to believe their statement I re- gret that there are no other persons in the vicinity who saw the balloon o its appearance in the region could be I made inquiries ot a number of persons at Harpers, about four miles south of Hersefly, if they had either seen or heard of a balloon being seen, but none had either seen or heard of it. “Mr. Newson may be able to give you the exact date corfirmed beyend a reasonable doubt. the balioon was noticed. Company’s camp. position of Mrs. Sullivan and her balloon was obscrved, and the dotted lines in the sky the direction of the halloon, as described by Mrs. Sullivan, as it descended and ascended as it passed east. “The geographical position of the Horsefly Hydraulic Mining Jompany’s camp is on the west side of the Horsefly River, ahout four miles north of the confluence cof the Little Horsefly River and seven miles above Quesnelle | “T inclose you a photograph of the Horsefly Mining The cross marks approximately the daughter when the Lake, in latitude 52 20 and longitude 121 30, Cariboo dis- . trict, British Columbia. See official map of B. C., 1893. “The blacksmith, M. Sullivan, and family have removed to the Fifty-nine- mile House. Should you desire to com- municate directly with them their ad- Gress would be Clinton, 3. . Very truly yours, . B. HOBSON.. Manager.” A LEARNED BARRBER. ‘We have a barber in San Francisco / that, in his own estimation at least, is superior to his profession. The dis- covery of a sure dandruff eradicator gained him the title of “Doctor,” and as such he is always addressed and is generally known. This barber claims to be much better educated than most of those who follow the trade, and it i{s the delight of his friends to spring upon ‘'him some multipelysyllabic word. Some idea of the Doctor’s superior qualifications can be gathered from the reply he made to a customer who asked him once ‘“Well, Doctor, has your brother returned from Sacra- mento yet?” “No,” was the reply, “he don’t went.” : A customer the other day found the “Doctor” in an unusually depressed condition of mind. Everything had gone wrong with him and he was loudly complaining of his untoward fate. “Doctor,” exclaimed the cus- tomer, “you are pessimistic te-day.” “No, I ain’t, either,” protested the Doctor, “I ain’t had a sick day for four years.” Once, when discussing some ques- tion of law or morals with the Doctor, a customer, upon malice intent, sud- denly rose in his chair and exclaimed: “Doctor, you .are a transubstan- tiationalist, and don't you deny it. Standing first upon one foot and then upon the other, the Doctor puz zled his brains for awhile and at last succumbed. “Brown,” he sighed, “that gets me.” — e The odium attached to the sobriquet of blue stocking as applied to learned women’s attire is a thing of the past, a fact which the skeptical can easily verify by attending any of the various | public women’s meetings and noting for himself how charmingly and be- comingly the executive officers as a rule are coiffed and gowned. NEW YEAR'S DAY IN*DHE - TROPICS, ‘We sat on the tool bench in the boat house, a mere , while the wind blew and th 2 poured down on the thatched roof overhead. It was stormy weather, and in the tropics stormy weather means some- thing, for one never knows when it is going to develop into a real hurricane. Outside in the open ba which formed the only harbor the place could boast great seas came tumbling in from the southward. No boat could put out in such weather, and the little schooner which had landed us the day | since fled for shelter to | before had long the lee of the island. Plainly there was no getting away in any direction, so we sat dangling our legs from the bench, discussing idly | the boat which Crooked- ne a carpenter as well as a tr: y building. Al > wished sorrowfully that we 1 get something to drink, for the village was in a terrib dry state. The two traders who con tuted the sole white population had long since consumed their stock of liquor, having, as was the custom in those parts, helped one another generously over the task. Then Blind Tom, feeling his way cau- | ¥ with a stick, came along and A us by the production of a pie Further he enlivened the | tionby a s 1g of oaths,which | ith propriety be omitted here. T conversation was always free and pientiful, as became an old-time beachcomber. The two cronies, as they squatted there by the half-finished boat, drink- ing great draughts of muddy looking kava, made about as ugly a picture as could well be imagined. They were au- thentic specimens of the genus beach- comber, a race which is fast fading in- to oblivion, and samples of which are only to be met with in such out of the | way parts as the little island on which Iwv stranded. Civilization has proved too much for the beachcomber, and, though he generally lives to a ripe old age, when he dies there is no one to re- place him. He came from the Lord knows where to this hapy land of fa’atali, the native word for wait, or don’t be in a hurry. To inquire where these two, Crooked- necked Jim and Blind Tom, came from would have been a gross breach of isl- and etiquette. At the best they might have been deserters from an American whaler, at the worst escaped convicts from one of the Australian colonies. Therefore it was not wise to ask gues- tions. All that was known was that from time immemorial they had dwelt on this lonely isle, trading for rival Apia merchants, and yet maintaining between themselves an unbroken friendsMip. Crooked-necked Bill admitted having been a sallor, and accounted for his twisted neck by an unlucky fall down a hatchway. Blind Tom, who had lost his sight from overmuch drinking of green kava, was more reticent, though he seemed to have been everywhere and done everything, and possessed an in- exhaustible fund of stories, which he would reel off at the slightest provoca- tion. Thus, when I happened to ask what preparations they were making to cele- brate the approaching New Year Tom was ready with an appropriate tale. “We don’t keep New here,” he replizd, “at least not nowa- days. But there was a time. Remem- ber that port of yours, Jim?"” “Should think I did,” replied the usu- ally silent Jim, chuckling at the recol- lection, “and the tool box, you old swindler.” It was Tom’s turn to laugh now, and the two worthies joined in until tears streamed down their weather beaten cheeks. “Tell me about it, Tom,” I asked. “It must be a good joke if it makes you laugh that way.” “Well,” said Tom, “candidly it was. You see we took turns to swindle each other, and that’s why we both enjoy the thing so much. We were not al- ways such good friends as we are now.” 3 “That’s s0,” put in Jim; “we two had a tough fight of it at first.” “It was this way,” continued Tom. “1 was here some time before Jim, and having had the island all to myself for years didn’t like to see an intruder, as 1 called him, step in. “I thought at first I would make the place too warm for Jim, but he met me every time, and the way we sacri- ficed our trade goods makes me shud- der. The natives had a good chance Year much | while it lasted, for lava-lavas was fiy- CHRISTMAS SERMONS BY EMINENT DIVINES. Father McGlynn HERE is more peace and less war in the world now than formerly. The doctrine of brotherhood is the most popular doctrine in civics and re- ligion. Tt is expressed in a deeper so- cial consclousness, in greater passion for humanity, missionary enterprises, socialism and charities. Its most no- table political manifestation has been in the recent efforts toward interna- tional arbitration between England and America and the desire in our own country for the amicable adjustrnent of labor difficulties. e The peace congresses and public sen- timent, both in England and America, the apparent trend of thought in all the great journals of the world, and as seen in the public utteranees of rep- resentative men, all point to the real- ization of Tennyson's divine dream. When the awar drums throb no longer; And the battle flags are- furled In the Parliament of man— The federation of the world. I do not believe the world is growing worse. The path of-progress, however, has not been straight as an arrow flies, but zigzag as a ship sails. Sometimes the direction is comtrary, but on the whole the, world has made progress in the direction' of the greater ideas. The ‘revolutionary ideas struck out By Christ are lodging in the world's heart. . Chief among these is peace. Conquest by force is growing more and more to be recognized as bar- barie. . Christmas is a prophecy. It predicts the reign of Christ in the world. The overture of angels was the heavenly assurance of the reign of the universal love. Every social problem is solved in the realization of the Christmas doctrine of peace. We are in unrest. I do not believe the vast majority of peopie are happy. The battle for bread and struggle for place, the restless hurrying to and fro, the destructive power of poverty and disease and death all contribute to the world’s wor- ries, but I do believe that there is be- ing wrought out for us a greater glory. I do not believe the trend is away from the theology of Christmas. On Dr. Charles E. Locke. the contrary, I believe that it'is dis- | tinctly the other way. The doctrine of kindness is taking the place of the doc- trine of power. Goodness is becoming the secret of strength.’ "All hail this blessed Christmas, with its ringing bells and glorious hallelujahs. Rever- ently we turn from the animosities of the lower companionship to the peace of the higher life. All hail the Christ who comes into the world, not with glistening columns of steel, nor with a navy and armed hosts, but only with a gospel of ‘kindness, a theology of arbitration, a creed of single obedience. If Jesus Christ taught the truth, then we need have no fear. Into the whirl- ing life of the world seems cast the eternal prophecies of ultimate peace. With a mighty unrest they are coming to perfection in laws, society, govern- ment, institutions, politics, nature, and LORIA in Excelsis -is the title of G what was, in early centuries of the Christian church, a morning hymn, and which has since been used in’ the Greek, Latin and other churches. It had its origin in the song of the angels {on the birth of the Redeemer, an- nounced by them to. the shepherds of Bethlehem. Fallen angels tempt by falsifying. But these were of the heav- enly host, and they made a statement which the shepherds verified, and” an- + nounced, and for which they glorified God. The Messiah they could pro- nounce to have been born. Some make the words expressive of three ideas— glory to-Deity, peace on earth and good will to men. Others, with some show of evidence, reduce the phrases ta two ideas, namely: Glory to God, and on | earth peace to men of His good will. every recurring Christmas we are re- | The practical truths contained in the minded of the “Peace on earth, good will toward | men.” | REV. WILLIAM RADER, Third Congregational Church. divine pledge of the | Words are not much affected by the difference in rendering, and they are comforting and glorious. Let us rever- ently study their meaning. Sin made the race on earth the ene- NGELIC hosts sang peace to men at the birth of the Prince of Peace. It was written: “They shall beat their spears Into pruninghooks; nation, neither shall they learn war any more.”* their swords into ploughshares and nation shall not lift up sword against Christ gives His re- ligion to enable men'so to live in the brotherhood of human soclety as to fit them for the everiasting life beyond in the pessession of the perfect Truth, Goodness and Beauty, which are God. His work must be to take men ever further from brutal conditions and to bring them nearer to ideal holiness, truth, goodness, of Christ came the vi eration of the world. beauty, order and peace. in the Lord's Prayer and proclaims in His Beatitudes. The Babe of Bethlehem has changed the attitude of the world. look no longer back to a fabled golden age; of peace and justice—the Kingdom of Heaven on earth. ons of the furling of the battie-flags and of the fed- All this he sums up Men they are looking for a reign From the spirit Christendom is coincident with civilization. In Christian lands science, literature and the arts have had a new birth and wondrous esevation and diffusion. Christ has created and sanctified philanthropy. He has ele- vated woman, He has emancipated the slave, He has taught the lowly their rights, and has made the powerful respeet them. Magna Charta and the preamble of our Declaration of Independence. He has made possible It is His spirit that is winning the world to-day from brute force to reason, from war to arbitration. In each generation is He making more prac- tical the angelic announcement on the day of His birth, of “good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.” FATHER McGLYNN. Rev. William Rader. mies of the Creator, and as breakers of His law, under sentence of condemna- tion. But behold! One has come who will open up the way of reconciliation, so that all who trust,and follow Him will become children of God, and it is the injured and dishonored Deity who has given Him, so 'that His grace is displayed on the one hand and His jus- tice is vindicated ‘on the other. And this display of divine holiness and di- vine ‘tove is before the eyes of angels, principalities and powers in heavenly places, and theéir song goes up to the eternal throfig, “Glory to God jin the Highest.” r But it ot angels who are most af- fected by this miraculous mission of the. Son of God-in the nature of man. Intelligent human beings feel that peace has to be made with some unseen ruler. Hence the rites, ceremonies, sacrifices and often self-torture enter- ing into the religions of man’s devis- ing. Hence the anxiety about eternity, among the people of Christian lands, whose eves have not been blinded. “What must I do to be saved?” So must say the human being that has be- lieved the Bible. Here, then, is the glorious reply. The Prince of Péace is born. He comes to pay the debt, to reveal the love of the Deity offended, and to reconcile; to bring into peace with God every soul that will trust Him. Reader, you have ample evidence, if you will study it, of the truth of this statement. You may be Jew or Gentile,. young or old, rich or poor, but if you believe in Jesus you get peace with' God and become an heir of God in the eternal heaven. Let this divine prince become known and loved, and He will be obeyed; and oh, what changes will come of subjec- tion to Him. Now, Christian friends, rejoicing over a happy Christmas, give trust and alle- giance to this glorious Prince and be fellow workers with God in extending His sway. This will promote your own happiness and constitute your glad re- frain to the ange¢lic song: “Glory to God in the Highest.” REV. JOHN HALL. Sl Rev. John Hall. E must, indeed, be a prejudiced or blinded investigator who is not able to find innumerable and un- deniable evidences of the steady growth of the Christian religion and the gradual surrender of the world to the spirit and the standards of Jesus Christ. Our ctyilization advances as the teaching of the once despised Naza- rene is adopted as the basis of doctrine and ethics.” What has been acomplish- ed for Otcidental nations during the last 1900 years is now being repeated among the Oriental peoples as they accept the Gospel conception of right and wrong. The words of Jesus are the vital factors in human progress. There is no doubt but, that a virile Christian ciyilization will be able to train_and control its own giant prog- eny. The survival of the fittest and the evolution of thesgoed are persist- ently and patiently hastening the day when every knee shall bow and every tongue. confess that Jesus = Christ is The glad song of the angels is echo- ing throughout the earth. It is like a great orb whose burning brightness is beating back the shadows of error and tradition and paganism. ‘In the radia- tions of the “Peace on earth, good will toward men,” thé blossoms of the Gos- pel truth burst forth with exquisite beauty and fragrance. Among ° truly Christian nations the equality of men is more and mere acknowledged; the imperial magnificence of intellect is recognized; human life is more highly valued; womanhood is gallantly hon- ored and protected; cruel and san- philanthropy carriés forward its bene- ficent humanitarian enterprises; chil- cent humanitarian enterprises; chil- dren are educated and prized and ar- mies and bloodshed are surrendering to apbitration and diplomacy, and the day is rapidly advancing when Peace, unweaponed, conquers Every wrong. DR. CHARLES E. LOCKE, Central Methodist Church. ing round as cheap as dirt, and soap and matches and kerosene could be had almost for the asking. We used to weigh in any copra that was brought, no matter how green it was, and at last things got so bad that the natives wouldn’t even take the trouble to dry their copra at all. And the worst of it was that, seeing how things was going, they took to compar- ing our scales, and neither of us dared give less than the full weight for the copra they brought. “How long this would have lasted I don’t know, but the merchants in Apia, hearing what was going on, gave us a pretty straight hint that we weren't to play ducks and drakes with their goods any more. Either we must co- operate or else clear out of the island and make room for men who could trade on more friendly terms. “So Jim and I had to shake hands over it, and we then and there formed a mutual combination against native tricks and dodgery, which has endured ever since, neither one of us trying to get the better of the other. “Soon after I settlel here,” Tom went on, “an old Dutchman came down from Apia. What the deuce he want- ed in these .islands I cannot tell, for he couldn’t speak a word of English. The only thing he had with him was a splendid tool chest, full of the most beautiful tools I ever saw. He kept it covered with green baize, too, and car- ried it about on his back just as I've seen Italians do with their barrel or- gans when 1 was a lad in the old coun- try. “Nothing would induce him to part from his treasured tools. I kept him at my place for a few days, trying to get some sense out of him, but it was no use. Then he strapped his.chest on his back and started out to walk across the island. Our roads are pretty rough about here, and the same afternoon some natives came in with a long story about a strange white man who was lying on his back a few miles off, cursing to himself and ges- ticulating in the most violent manner. The Samoans, being gentle in their ways, were afraid to go near the fel- low, so they came to me for help. “Just where the road crosses a high stone wall I found my Dutchman on his back, reclining on his precious tool chest. His face was purple with rage, ‘ or else he must have been half choked by a strap which went around his throat and prevented him from rais- ing his head. “It was easy to see how he had got into this fix. When crossing the stile the weight of the box had pulled him over_ backward, and once down he was unable to rise. He was an- chored fast enough, and might have stopped there until® the end of the world if I had not come along. “Well, I cut him adrift and took him home, but he was a very sick Dutch- man the rest of the time that he stay- ed with me, and never attempted any more journeys. When the schooner came down, a couple of months later, I shipped him back to Apia, and as he hadn’t any money he left the tool chest with me in payment for his board. “I kept the chest in the store, wait- ing for a chance to sell it, and when Jim came here, being a bit of a car- penter himself, he went wild with ad- miration. But he would only give $40, and I held out for $50, and there the bargain hung. “On New Year’s eve Jim came to my house quite friendly and asked me to step around to his store and cele- brate the season. Said he'd got some new goods he wanted to show me. I felt syspicious—thought he was up to some mischief—but still I went. “No mistake, Jim had got some tip- top goods from Apia, and I made up my mind to write at once to my people for fresh stock. Then Jim produced some port wine—a whole case, mind you, not a single bottle. *““This is the reul stuf, ‘try a bottle. “>f colrse, on Buch a day I couldn't sefuse. ana when . tasted i* mv hesita- tion vanished. It was geauine port. T've never seen anything like it before or since. “ ‘Where did you get it, Jim?' I asked, as we finished the first bottle. “ ‘I dunno,” replied Jim, ‘it wasn’t in- voiced to me. Think it must have been for the German-Consul and_got mixed by mistake amongst my goods. Any- way, it'’s here and that’s all about it. he sald, Another bottle?" “Of course I would, and by the time we reached the end of the third bottle we grew quite merry and confidential. Jim took me into the store and we com- menced to overhaul the mew goods. I was just in the mood when I would have bought anything, so I got a dozen of fine silk shirts and white suits and I don’t know what else. Then we went back to the room and I lost count of the bottles after that. “I got up next day with the impres- sion that I had made a fool of myself, and sure enough, there was a great heap of. useless things I had bought from Jim. Worst of all, the bill came along later, and, to my horror, I was charged $12 for six bottles of port wine at $2 each. “‘I thought you were shouting,’ sald to Jim. “ ‘Shouting? No, I should say not. You ordered every bottle yourself and drank most of the stuff, too.” “‘All right,’ T said to myself, even with you yet. “Jim had just got a contract to build a, boat for the natives, so I knew he would be around after the tool chest soon. I used to keep it locked in the store, for the Samoans are terrors to steal tools if they find them lying about. I took the tools out of the chest and filled it up with all the rubbish I could find about the place, old axheads, broken chisels, saws with half the teeth gone, and so on. “Then 1 locked the chest again and sat down to wait. “Sure enough a week later Jim drop- ped in casually, as it were. I said, ‘Jim, how's things?"” “‘Bad,’ he replied; ‘very bad. There's no money going at all.’ “‘Well,’ 1 answered, quite pleasant- ly, ‘I happen to have got some, so if you don’t mind I'll settle your little ac- count, so as to start the year fair.’ “Of course he didn’t mind. I could see he was struck all of a heap at the idea of my paying up so readily. I paid him and then I brought out a bot- tle of gin. ‘Have a drink,’ I said. ‘I shan’t charge you for it.' “He laughed. ‘It isn’t old port?" he replied. ‘But I'll have a drink just the same.” “By this time it was low water, meaning the bottle, not the sea. Jim was just in a comfortable condition, and began to throw out hints about the tool chest, which was of no use to me. I might as well sell it, he thought. *’It's a fine chest, Jim,’ I said, ‘and my price is $50, but seeing that it's I T'l1 get you and you've got a boat to build, I'li scll it for $46, cash down. Mind you, I cdon’'t guarantee any of the toole " " ‘‘Oh, I know what they are,’ replied Jim. ‘T've seen them often enough.’ “‘He was too pleased with his bargain to think of looking in the chest again, and he rolled home, chucklihg to him- self. He sent the money right away, and his boys hung the heavy chest on a pole and carried it to his house. “I knew there would be trouble soon, but I was prepared for it. Jim took all the afternoon to sleep off his liquor, but next morning came over in a furi- ous rage. ‘ ‘Where's those tools,’ he shouted, ‘you old scoundrel?’ “‘Didn’t you get the chest,’ I asked, quite calmly. “'Of course I did, but where's the tools?" “‘Oh, the tools,’ I answered; ‘they were in it. I told you I wouldn't guars antee them. By the by, how old did vou say that port of yours was?" “ ‘Not old enough for you, you thief. ‘Wait until next year and I'll get even with you!’ “But he didn't,” concluded Tom, chuckling. “We made it up soon after.” Then a melancholy look over- shadowed his face. ‘New Years was soothing In those days,” he added, with a sigh. “We had something with a feel in it to drink. And now—" He turned the oncoanut shell out of which he had been drinking kava upside down and glanced at the bowl in which this delectable beverage was brewed, with a look of supreme contempt. J. F. ROSE-SOLEY. THE JEWESS OF TO-DAY. It is difficult for the Christlan to understand the Jew; it is more difi- cult still for him to understand the Jewess. Men, being more the same fields of practical pursuits, naturally find many points of contact. There being but one commerce for all merchants, ene practice for all law- yers, one science for all students, those who engage in any of these vocations are rubbed, sometimes beaten, into some sort of similitude, and they know beforehand just what they have to ex- pect under given circumstances. It is largely in | only in things which are not of the surface, but which belong to the inner, more hidden life—the things that are characteristic of the Jew, and differ- entiate him from his surroundings— where the difficulty exists, because early impressions, inherited prejudices, as well as church theories, have cast their shadows over the Jew, and free- dom of mind to penetrate them is not at the command of everybody. Gadding about the Jewess should not; but visiting the sick she ought to as often as her time permits, and not oftener than is good for the sick and pleasing to his people. She knows from her morning prayers that bikkur kholim (visiting the sick) is counted among those good works, which, though not altogether unrewarded in this present life, yet can receive their full guerdon only in the life to come; because it is of too spiritual a nature for the gross senses in which the soul is encased here. This service of love the wealthiest should receive and ac- cept just like the poorest. To the Jewess these and a vast store of like rules are living truths. By their light she chooses her paths and guides her steps; and in them she feels the presence of God, the authority of his law, and the sanction of the gener- ations that have gone before her. They are her support in the day of trial, when she has to endure the chasten- ings of the Lord. % " She shares the weaknesses of female nature, and has her own besides. Nar- row-mindedness superstition, fanatic- ism, quarrelsomeness, jealousy are faults which are favored by her condi- tions, but, to my mind, are not peculiar to her, and as they are things which are unpleasant to speak about I leave them on one side. Is this a picture of the modern Jew- ess as well as of the old-fashioned? Not altogether. Times change, and we with them—this saying applies to the Jewess also. What I have said of her is true in every detail, but is to be found in our day only where the tra- dititional Judaism is still maintained in all its ancient rigor, and the com- parative seclusion of womankind to the home and the immediate neighborhood still continues. RABBI GUSTAV GOTTHEIL. LANDMARKS ON CALIFORNIA TRAILS, We who live in the California of to- day, or those of us who whirl across the continent in comfortable palace cars, have but a faint conception of the perils and trials endured by the pio- neers who braved untold dangers to reach the goldfields. Countless deeds of daring, of suffer- ing and of awful deprivation have been recorded, while countless other tales of a like nature are among the unwritten history of our great West. A pathetic story of hardship and death, which has been almost unknown since 1849 up to within a few years, is connected with a white wooden cross near the eastern boundary of Nevada. Passengers on the Central Pacific have often noticed, when about an hour’s ride west of the Nevada and Utah line, this white cross gleaming against the green of a hillside, and, inquiring of the trainmen elicit the fact that the black lines seen on the cross are the words, ‘“Maiden’s Rest.” In 1849 a train of Iowa emigrant came across the plains, and at th point marked by the lonely cruss th§ made their camp. Among the emi grants were John Sewall and his twin daughters, Alice and Rose, and George Drennan, who was the acknowledged lover of Rose. Both girls were beautiful, but very delicate, and the long journey had so told upon them that a rest was decided upon at this place before undertaking the trying journey across the Nevada desert. The love story of the young people was well known to all the party, and the pretty romancehad been one of the charming features of the trip, and many long hours had been lightened for all the company in planning for the future of these two young creatures when they should reach the goldfields of California. But it was not to be. On the second day of their rest Rose was stricken with a violent fever. All that could be done for the suffering girl the kindly emigrants did, but it was of no avail, and three days after the first signs of the fatal fever she died with her arms about her lover’s neck, and her last breath was spent in an appeal for help that she might live. Alice, who had been unremitting in her care of her sister, broke down un- der her grief and was soon delirious. For almost a week she moaned and prayed for rest, and at last it came— rest from the hardships and sorrows of the world—and Rose's grave was opened and the beautiful twin bodies were laid together. Fear of Indian depredations prevent= ed the sorrowing father and lover from marking the grave of their loved ones, but its location was indelibly stamped upon the memory of each member of the party. Saddened and disheartened the emigrant train moved on at last, leaving their dead to eternal rest. Cali- forria's golden land was reached, and the members of the party were soon scattered among the mining localitizs worked at that time. John Sewall and George Drennan kept together, bound by the sacred tie of Rose’s love, and at last they drifted to the mines in Maripcsa, where they worked with varying success for several years. They had lost the keen desire for wealth, ‘which had been their motive in leaviug Towa, and at last both had beeome morbid and careless of life. Sewall died from lung trouble in the late fif- ties, and Drennan, overcome with grief and loneliness at the loss of his friend, was found one day in his cabin dead by his own hand. He sleeps in his iso- lated grave near the hamlet of Mor- mon Bar, and long ago friendly hands placed slabs of beautiful gray granite around the lowly mound, and hundreds of tourists have wondered over the his- tory of its occupant. Years after another member of ths party who had been with the true men during their life at the mines, made his way back toward the Fast. He had not been successful in his search for gold, and was now old and poor, but in his heart he cherisned the memory of the two girls, who had so long slept in the lonely hillside grave. He found the spot and made the cr which marks the grave, and with - ing hands cut the letters of its sinjpie inscription on it. A There are many such landmarks along the old wagon roads which led to California, but I think none a:e more touching than this cross over the grave of these pure girls. —_——e—e—————— By the aid of old manuscripts at Paris, Vienna, Venice and Munich, M. 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