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VOL. V. A Story of the Ji to BY DAVID LOWRY. CHAPTER XI MOTHUll AN'U WIFE. Th o woma n who lo6t ho r bab o -was vorj iiiiet Hose Soniers tnlkod t o chee r he r Whe u thoy wore ou t o f sight o f the lof sabm thftt ha d sheltered them, th e niothe 4u.ldouly soid , lookin g straight a t bei ;on:p<mion, pausin g a s sh e spoke \D o yo u tbink it po6siblo my bab y ca t 08 alive ' Al l a t once it came t o nie suc h a thing might be . Could it? \ Distressed , suffering a s Hos e Somen was in bod y and mind, this question ap pealed to he r s o strongl y that sh e forgol her own sorro w fo r th e time. \Certainly I do, \ sh e s.nd , docisively 'If Go d su\ed yo n and me, wh y eouk he not save your' child? Suc h a thin e :a n be Tel l mo wher e it wa s las t seeu \ I did no t se e it at all . I left m y baby sleeping i n it s cradle, I nursed it, and lai 1 it down, I was going t o speak t o its grandfather—m y husband is dead—it? grandfather lived wit h mo . I hoar d hi m shouting—I ra n t o th e door , and \ \\ou saw wha t I Loheld, I though t it was jndgmon t day . \The steelworks ' whistl e bega n tc blow I kno w th e flood wa s coming , bill before I coul d cro6s th e room, th e watoi filled tho house M y baby wa s drowne d tn its cradle \ \\ou aro not sur e I t may bo alive.\ \It s graudpap—my father—trio d tc catch mo. He ha d my ar m on o tiino, the n we woio tor n apar t 1 uevo r sa w him again. I hel d on t o a fonce, then t o n boat, and-next I caugh t a roof, and wat borne away till they found me , an d tool, me out of th e water. Do you think thon is a chance''\ \I do. On e rover knows.\ Th e mothe r no w looked more natura l Tho color rotnrne d t o ho r faco, and Ros e ! suddenl y too k a great likin g t o thi s pool j mothe r | Tho way war roug h an d storm y Tho\ \ were ^la d whe n thoy i auio t o Didbort's , I where they were advised t o remai n but I thoy walked o n t o Sands' , and were urged ] to :i.-iu.iin there . Mill they plodded wearily ou after drinking a glas s of pure mil k Th e woma n at Sands , presse d son u 'broil into thei r hands . Tho survivors walked on ovoi th o mountains towar d th e railwi y Althoug h thoy wcro read y to sink down on the mounlaiu-side from shoor fatigno the y presse d on It was well on towar d ovouing whe n thoy behel d a railwa y track fur below the m I t was dar k by th o time the } reache d tho plac o the y looke d o n tw o horn s bofore. Thoy v ore compelle d t o turn bock a B \ore of tune* 'J he streams impede d theu i Evi vy rivnlt t wa s a torrent Groat gulche s were woi n away Paths wo n obliUratod The cattle seemod daze d by the 'haugos mad e When a t last, almos t faint, tho y arrived at tho railway track, thoro was n o sign of a humau being . Night comin g on . an d th o only hous e nea r them a t loa6t hal f a mil o back, OD the mountain \ f uevor ea u wal k up thoro to-night,' oa'd th e mother wearil y \N'oi I, \ said Hose 'Somors, \But we cau' t stay here . W e mus t mov e o u Thoj walked o n th o track in th o dar k ness, miles, the y thought They rested ever y few minutes, now . 13oth wore oi - htiHsted \Lot u s lie down— I can' t g o an y fur ther.\ said th e mother I \Hark 1 \ said Ko-e . \Did you bear, so -ind' \ | \I thin k I du l \ \Thoro thoro, I hea r it plainl y It is o lo-'omotivo whistle—bu t it may bo miles away \ It was a long, woary walk t o tho sta tion . Tho day was well advanced a s thoy approached tho railway station at New Florence. A group of mon stoo d about. \Can you tell us when a train will be here, sir?\ The man looked at her He' divined th e truth in a momont, \No ma'am Thore may ba one here in half o n hour—it may bo i n the after noon. Nobody knows.\ \Ar o you employed on th o railroad?\ \Yos'fn — that's why I said no one knows. You want t o go down?\ \ Yes—anywhere.\ \There's lot s lik e you; g o ove r t o that house—it's ful l o f them. Fifty , I guess —moro'n can find loom i n th o train . The travelers walked to the house. It was full o f people wno wore distracted wit h doubts and fears. A s tho y sat down on th e porch , Hose stooped \an d quietly removed the shoes Mis s Franklin gave tier They wore fall ing apart The mothor,*wh 6 was now known t o Ros o a s Mrs. Vera , did the same Ono o f tho sole s of her shoos ha d dropped off. She showed Rose her toot . It was bleeding. \I don't care. I could walk over stones or hot iron, if I thought I coul d find my baby. \ Fortunately they wcr o not compelled IO wai t long Tn les s than a n hour a trai n camo up the rbad. It contained peopl e who woro bent o n securin g tho living , and who wer o thor e to burv the i dead. \When it returned t o l'tttf>burg it bor e away upwards o f tw o hundred who I had escaped tho great Hood. Survivor s wore picked up a t every statio n until there was no room fo r more. Tno aisle s wore \ jammed with mon, women an d children. MAOEDON. N. Y., SATURDAY. AUGUST 19, 1893. OLO TIMES RECALLED. | There wa s not a woman mere. 'He'passed int o th o next Hi ..aT t throbbed violentl y as his gaze rested upon a woman whose head reminded him of his wifo's. He walked through the the car . The tw o women wer e strangers. There were thre e women in the third car , tota l strangers . Somers sa t down and was a proy t o despair for a time . When the train pulled up a t oac h station he looked out eagerly. H o walke d out on th o platform, scanning th e crowd. He peered at all th o women who were near him. There was not one wh o bor e th e least resemblance to hi s wife Finally h e gre w despondent—indiffer. ent. Tho trai n wa s crowded t o suffoca tion. Somers sough t another car . A s he entere d th o next, h e caught a glimpse o f a face that mad e his' heait rebound. The face wa s turne d up in the light. He made hi s wa y through the crowded car t o th e plac e he had seo u that face, t o I b e doomed to tho bitterest disappoint ment he had ye t experienced. Not when he was lookiu g at' th o remains o f those taken out of th e watbr and from amidst the ruins a t JohustowD . hooine t o find evidence t o itisslpat o al l doubts, had h o experience d disappointment a s keonty a s when he stoo d besid e a seat i n which a man wearing a ro d \wamus\ or jacket wa s lying , w>th one aim across another. The man with th e flannel jacket wor e a straw hat, hi s companion's fac e was cov ered a t that moment with a buttered and torn felt hut . The men's clothe s were ragged and dirty . The y looked lik e two miserable tramps. Somers sighe d wearil y and stopped outside o f th o ca r upon the platform. He good, t o a ptaco o r safety , ne would ' superintend th o work himself . Then he would see what Broadhurst and Jepson, or any other person woul d say or do, \That would put them t o thei r stumps,\ ho said t o himself Bright and early Monday morning he wa s in quest xjf men to help him. He experienced great difficulty, until he dis played some money Theu some foreign ers, anxious to make money, undertook the task. It was uecessary for the workmen t o re mov e a mass o f debri s that had lodged against one cud o f th e building , BO tha t the goods in ono o f the room s coul d more easily b e taken out on that side . The greater portion of the good s wore romovod and placed i n another building, out thoro was urgent necessit y in Giles Brockles' opinion t o get a t th e safe i n hi s unole' s store a s soon a s possible . H e arged the workmen on , they had mads :onsidorable headway, but night overtook :horn bofore the lower stor y wa s hal f uu. jovered. SHV BLEB8INGS OF MEMORY. *»v.Dr.T»lmage SayaWo Shouldlndulft Mora In Bamlnlioenoaa, The Daa r Ol d Home and Mother. fortunately, Kos o and he r companion | wanted a breath of iresh air—to be alono foun d a sea t before the trai n became that h e migh t crv ou t in his a-onv with' crowded . Woary and fain t the y fell ou t being hear d by auvoue ° sound asloep long befoie th e trai n filled ' When he entered the ca r again h o stood up. They slep t s o souudlyth.it al l the I listlessl y besid e th e doo r and never moved aois e and confusion and th e constant ' \ \ - ^«»>- u blowing of the whistle did no t disturb Ihom seriously They rouso d themselves 4t times, but iho y wor o novo r thoroughly svideawako until they arrive d at Pitts burg , wheu a trainman shook Rose roughly , placing a hand o n he r shoulder, sayin g * \Here my ruin, ce t up.\ Rose started and looked up a t him The iat fell back fiom her head \Fx i use me. niadamc I \ \You ar o quite excusable\ 6ii d Rone . 'Thanks fo r your kiuduoss \ Thou as th o companions steppe d ou t o n th e platform Mrs. Yern sai d \Ihuuk ood! Now wo may loar n some- :hiu«.\ CKAI'TKK .VII . A lORLOHN HOPE- Ono thought rocurrod continuall y t o Mgoruou homers as ho won t from one to another, helping here and there . Was Gilos Brocklc liviaii' Straug o a s t ma y appear, although iii!o - mim e was .poken I y Si-cren and hundreds tha t day. lomi i s i nl no t hear i t He wouiioro d if diles survive d tu n iood . Ho wa s not sure tha t lu i-ai--d mi- wa y or othor If ho wero living Somers wa s certain o f on e thing . He | nould brain him th o momout the y me t i Hu t it was not wise , he said' to himself . ' n litte r his thought alou d If. .udeoil , he \illi u , who deliberately drowned his .ufc lived justice—demauded that the jusbaml should punish linn o u th e spot Nightfall arrived again M r Broad- mrst came t o the plac o whor e Somers and lenoli l wor e resting, and talke d t o Jerrold a lo w tones. Somers caught on e name, it wa s Broeklo. Ho interiuptod Mr Bro dhurst. \Did you sa y something abou t Gile s Broeklo'' \ \Yes—Mr Jorrold and me were talking of him \ \Is—he alivo \ \Ho is vei y much alivo'said Broadhurst \That is what w e ar e speaking of His uncle , Tom Potors is dung an d Gile s is joiug about looking after the piopert y h e .hinks i s hi s now \Ha- Mr Poters n o othe r relatives'\ \No t a BOUI \ \So Bio kle will have Mr Peters'prop- srtv'\ \1'nles s Mr Petors has willod it t o som e othe- pe l so n \Well h e won t have it long M r Bio.ii- 'iur- t \ Jorrold and Broadhurst looked at huu I i ^ Th o soun d of footsteps approached J Then, without pausing t o refleet Somers dar k ; relate d al l thil l occurred iu th o flood His Thou a gruff voice issued from th e tiess \Who' s there'\ \I t i- oul y us.\ Ros e 6aid, courageousl y \\\ ho is ' u s ' -\ \Tw o poor creature s trying t o find i wa y to loach ou r friends.\ \O.oscapo d the Hood!\ The mini stnnk a ligh t and peere d iutc thoi r faces. As h e did so h o uttere d in oxclanintiou. \More wome n m men' s clothes! That' i five to-day. Yo n can't g o up t o Johns tow n It'll bo weoks befor e any-thin), travels u p throug h tha t hole . Washe i out—pluggo d up—it' s impossible. \ \Ca n we find o houso anywher e uea. bor e till a trai n goos down to—to—an y whore? \ \Humph! I live bandy. As for goin ; •dowu—you'll no t find an y trai n hero in t woek.\ \Wha t will wo do? \ sai d the mothor . \Will yo u le t u s sto p in your house ti l -daylight?\ i \ I can' t promis o yo u beds—the hottsf | is full—women folks, too. Yo u ar o w-cl ( come, bu t I' m sorry for th o accotntnod a lions. \ \Ther e is a locoiuotivo near. \ \Yon hear d th o whistlo. That's n o more than tw o miles off. It' s just si : Jirqjmd tlio bond. \ \W e will b o glad t o lio o n you r floor,' said Roso. The y followed th o owne r of th o roug l -voico to hi s houso. whoro tho y foun d ha!/ a dozen ne unfortunat e a s themsolvas . Some woro Bilent, othors woro bewailin g the fato of friend s an d rolatires. \Do yo u know,\ Roso asked on e o f th e wome n wh o found eholtorin this humble home , \how fa r i t i s to th e first statio n whero ono i s sur e to find a train?\ \If yo u aro goin g down th e river—yon jau't possibly go up uow—i t is a good rive- tml o walk.\ W o will g o ther o early to-morrow,\ d.aid Roso t o th o mother . \Now let's try co s'eep. \ The hostes s coul d only givo them a lullf. Her means wero oxhausted . Roso thai.kod ho r warmly , an d in les s than tw o miutites tbeso tw o wandoror s wer e soun d aslee p in cnoh other'H arms o n th o floor. Whe n they wok o up onrly i n th e morn ing thoy woro nungry an d thirst y Thoy foun d 'th e wntor, drank heartily , the n hastene d away i n spit e of al l the hostos s coul d sa y t o preven t them. She wante d thorn to sla y a t least unti l sh e coul d give thorn a oup of coffee. Finding them res olute, sho gavo them largo slicoB of brea d with molassos on it . Sh o was ver y poor, livin g apart fro m otners . But there were loar s i n ho r oyes a s sh e hoped God woul d care for thorn- as tho y walked on in the grnv of th e morning. \ \I mus t go down th e river,\ the mother said; whilo Roso Somer s di d not. care -which direction thoy travele d s o that sh e coul d find lnoan i to communicate with tho world. voice was low— tenB e with tassiou His j ,\vos blu/ed wrathfully His listener s ' ia w murder in Somers' oyes . I \This is horrible—horrible,\ Broadhurst ! said. His vory sou l was sickene d anew ] by th o re c ta l \Why did yo u keep I ibis from us? Why did ^ o u \ i \Because I did not wan t a liviue. por - so I t o know ii I nin tery sorrv I told | »ither of you But yo u ar o friend s \ j \Yes w e are,\ sai d Jon old, soo'hiugl y ' \Thore. le t us tal k of somethipg'olso. wa I will attend t o Broeklo in goo 1 time , M r ' Somers \ I TB e sure he will b e attended to, \ said Broadhurst. \It will b e btst that yo n say nothing t o any oue. that yo u do uo t spea k t o Brockle. I f you do . if yo u tak e th e matter i u your own hands, justic e ma y miscarry Let your friends dea l wit h this monster.'' Somors was aileut; his purpose was unshaken Seeing this, Bioadhurst again counseled with Jorrold. Thoy bot h real ized murder would losult on- o th e men met How eouul thoy keep them apart ' \I have n pl*n,\ said Jerrold. \I f wo i an iuduce Somers to think hi s wife i s ali\e h e may b e anxious t o g o dow n th e river t o search for her \ \Thi t is a good suggestion \ \If he once take s the notion , h e will g o straight down tho rivor, h e will uo t stop unti l h e roaches Pittsburgh.\ \That i s ver y likely,\ said Broadhurst. \Tell him how w e Merj mistaken abou t th e JepsonB. Al l alivo. And Mr s Broad- hurst's experiences? I'o u can tell him oi hundreds. \Trust mo,\ said Tom Jerrold. Mr . Broadhurst wasnot surprised, there fore, on Sunday morning, when jerrold cold him Somors had gon o down th o river \Ho coul d scarcoly wai t fo r daylight,' said Jerrold. \He inquired particularl y concerning the roads and tho noares t sta - tiou s al l the wa y down. He hs a t least five miles away \by this time. He will find a wa y to* roach the first train , wher - avor that may bo.\ \I am glad he is gono,\ sai d Broad - hiust. \The excitement and exorcise will benefi t him more than tho wor k he Has beon engaged in hoie . I droade d bi s meeting that villain . I can scarcel y kee n my own hands ofT him—but w o must sa y nothing, Jerrold, until the lime arrives, tt will como, it always doos conio. \ Then those two brave hearts returned to the work they se t themselves t o ac complish, whil o Somers ,.was pushing o n dow n the river , rosolved t o find th e iirst trai n that would take him down-to Pitts burg . He had rosolved to go t o that city and return, stopping at ovory town on his wny up the river, deeming thi s the quickest wa y t o lin d his wife . Ho reached thorailro ;d in the ver y nic k <of time. Tho locomotive *wus pulling out . He ran with al l his might, and jumpod \on board. He glanced quickly o the passengers i n the firit car . fro m ther o uuti l the train pulled up at , thje, depot iu Pitt-burgh 1 Thou h e was all life agaiu. Ho co'il d not walk quick enough I f thero wer e ' any chance of learning anything of hi s I wife , livin g or dead , h e would avai l him self of it before h e tested tho sole o f hi s foot agai n CII.VI'TIS K XIII. GILES BHOLKLE's BOLD HAND. Giles Brookle' s conscience dull a s it. was, accuse d hini as time passed. Onc o he started upon beholding a man ou Sat- turday wh o resemble d Algernon Somors I The man's hea d was bandaged with a dirty rag ; hi s clothing was coarse, to o Now that Gi'es looke d at him as ho bont over another man , n e di d uot hea r much if any resemblanc e t o Somors, who was, he hoped, i n th e bottom of the river Still th e thoughts the chance resem blance arouse d made Olios feel uncom fortabl e I f Somer s wer e as completely completely ou t of th e way as Rut ledge now I t wa s som e satisfaction t o know that John Watrous, th o preacher, and the man who dre w up the wil l wor e out o f the way Befor e nightfal l it wa s discomforting to leam thai Squir e Jepson was alivo—al l the Jepsous ha d osoaped . Giles hatod the famil y H o curse d thor n one and al l The hquiro kue w to o much about lnni— besides, h e wa s in hi s uncle's confidence . I t wa s certai n that Squire Jepson knew the contents of th o will . Giles was be sid e himself with rage whou ho foi l asleop Saturday night . But h o resolved t o tes t the matter to morrow. He would compel the Squire t o revoa l all h e knew He could exasperate Jeps6u, and h o would That was his strongest weapon—his reputed weakness —he, the man wh o did mot stop at mur der 1 \I wonder if all the world iB like mo- playing » deep game,\ Giles asked him self, as he foil asleep . Sunday morning lound him still firm in his resolv e t o \draw Jepson out.\ He put himsolf i n Broadhurst's and Jepson's way. • | Jopsou's manner was uuchaugod. Broad hurst's, o n th o coutran. waB altogether | unlike hi s usua l manner Ho neither j spoke t o nor looked a t Tom Peteis' lioir | Iu the arrangement of certain affaii s in | which, had h o bce u there, Tom Poters ' wishe B woul d hav e been consulted, I Broadhurst ignored Giles s o pointedly that the latte r was stung . \Don't yo u think , Mr Broadhurst, yo u ought t o consult some o f the mon who have had busines e relaiious with Mr , Peters before IOU d o that' ' Mr Petors ! As the work progressed severa l bodiei -vere removed. Giles gav e order s t o have these carried to the morgue, o r tem porary resting-place o f th o dead. Among •hes e was John Watsou, the miuiste; wh o witnessed his uncle's will. When th o preacher's remains wert identifie d Giles considered hi s labo r well rewarded. He had now seen the remains of tho lawyer and the oul y witnes s t o th e wil l whom he feared to confront . As tor Tom Jorrold, hi s story—all ho coul d say — would not affect the resul t ou e iot a Tho la w gavo him all , and h e woul d hold and have all . Early Monday morning GileB resumed the work. About uoon Euooh Broad- burst, Squire Jepsou and Tom Jerrold approachod tho workmen and looke d ou. Giles was directing them. H e affected oo t t o see thorn , until Squir o Jepson spoko . \Brockle I think it is a s well t o tell yo u Broadhurst and I hav o concludo d i t is time for you t o stop.\ \What the devi l is it you r business? What do you moan?\ \To stop you fro m moving auothor thing out o f that building \ \Hon; ar e you coinc t o sto p me?\ \EnBil y Theio is nothing ther e belong in g to you, or that eve r wil l b o yours.\ \How do you know that? Got auythiug to show it—to prove it'\ \Yos I think I have \ \Lot's see if\ \There's uo need. Your uncle made m o one o f tho exocutor s of thi s estate Broadhurst is another You r uncl e told me, and Broadhurst knew it al l along \ \You and Broadhurst ca n go t o tho devil for mo Wheu yoa can trump up papers it' s time to talk I' m doing— seo'\ \Yos said Squire Jepsou, \I seo yot. are making troublo fo r yourself. I will havo the deputy Btop you.\ \You'll let me ge t this stuff out o f the way. won't you? I t will bo a blessin g t o do that, you know \ \Yon can move ton s of rubbish. I f you sond another man iut o that building I wil l have you arrested \ \Thanks Go on , boys, w e ar e at lib ert y to move off all the rubbish \ Gilos Brockle snoored , laughed, and comported himself generally in the man ner , o f a man who scorned interference . \Havo you gentlemen a copy o f that will? Who or e th o witnesses?\ \I witnessed it,\ said Tom Jorrold. \01 This i s your witness. Any more?\ \Rev. John Watson witnessed it. \ \Any moro dead witnesses?\ Brockle asked, with a mocking smile. \Just Jer rold here. Who m»de the will out fo r mv undo'\ \You know who made al l hiB papers.\ \Another dead witnoss. Well , gontle - mon, you have more cheek thau any men I ove r met Now, BOO hero . I f there' s a TEXT: burned.\ IVTllte I teas musing the fire -Psalm xsxlsc, 3. Here Is David, the psalmist , wit h th o toro- flngor of his right hand agains t his temple, the doo r shu t against the world , engage d In contemplation. An d I t woul d be woll for u s t o take th o samo postur o often, closing th o door against tho world whilo w e sit down in swee t solitude t o contemplate . In a small Island off th o coast I once passed a Sabbat h In delight tul solitudo, for I ha d resolved that I woul d hav o on o da y of entire quie t bofore I entered upon autumna l work. I thought to havo spont th o day i n laying ou t plan s for Christian work , bu t instead of tha t itbocameaday of tende r remlnlsconce. I reviewed my pastorato. I shoo k hand s with a n old departed Irloud, whom I shall groot again whe n tho curtain s of life ar e lifted. The day s of my boyhoo d cam o back, an d I was 10 years of ago, find I wa s 8, an d I wa s 6. Ther o was but on o hous o o n th e Island, and yet from Sabbath daybreak , whe n th o bir d chan t woko mo, unti l th e evening melted Into th e bay, from shoro t o shor e there were 10,000 memories, an d the grove s woro a-hu m wit h voices that ha d lon g ag o ceased. Yout h Is ap t too much t o spon d all Its tlmo In looking forward. Old ag o is ap t too muoh t o spen d all Its tlmo In lookin g backward. Peopl e In midlife an d o n the ape x look both ways . I t would bo woll to r us , I think, how - over, t o spend moro time In reminiscence. By tho constitution of our nature wo spen d mos t of the tlmo looking forward. And th e vast majority of people livo no t so muc h In tho present as In tho future. I find that yo u mean t o mako a reputation . Yo u mean t o | establish yoursolf, an d th o advantage s that yo u expect J o achieve absor b a groot deal of you r tlmo.' But I se e no harm in this If It doe s no t make yo u discontonde d with th o presen t o r disqualify yo u fcr existing duties. It Is a useful thiu x somotiraes t o look back and t o seo tho dangers w e hav e escaped, an d t o 3ee the sorrows w e hav o sufTerod, an d th o trials an d wanderings of ou r earthly p 11- grimago , an d t o su m up our enjoyments. I mean to-day, so far as Go d mu y holp me , t o sti r ap you r memory of the past, s o tha t In th o rovlow you ma y b o encourage d an d hum ble d and urgod to pra y Thor o Is a cuapol In Florenc e with a fresco by Guld o It wa s covere d up with tw o Inche s of stucco until our American an d European artists won t thor e and after lone toll romoved tho covering and retraced th o fresco. And I a m awar e that th o memory of the past, with many of you , Is all covered u p wit h 10.000 obliterations, and I proposo this morning, ao farasth o Lord may holp mo, t o take away th e covering, tha t the old picture may shln o out again. I.wnnt fo bind In on e sheaf all you r past advantages , and I wan t t o bin d In anothe r sheaf all you r past adversities. I t Is a prec iou s harvest, an d I mus t bo 4 cautious ho w I swing th o scythe. Among tho Rroatest advantage s of you r f iast llfo was a a early hom o an d Its surround - I ngs. Th o bad men of th e day , for th e most E art , di p thoir heated passion s ou t of th e oilin g spring of a n unhappy home. Wo are no t surprlsod tha t Byron' s heart was a concentratlo u of sin whe n w e hea r that his mothor was abandoned and tha t sho mado sport of his Infirmity an d often called hi m '•tho lamo brat.\ H e wh o ha s vicious parents has t o tight ovory Inoh of his wny If ho would maintain his integrit y an d at last reac h the homo of th e goo d In heaven. Porhap s your early home was In th e city It may have boon In the t day s whe n Canal Btreot, Ne w Vork, wa s far up town. That old house In the city ma y hav o beon demolished o r changed into stofos, and it seemed like sacrileg e t o you, fortber o wo3 mor o moaning i n tha t plain house, In tha t small house, tha n thero Is I n a granite mansion or a turreted cathedral . Looking back this morning , yo u se o it as thoug h it wer e yesterday—th e sit ting room , whoro th e lovod one s sat by th e plai n lamplight, th e mother a t the evening stand, th o brothers an d sisters, perhap s long ago gathere d Into th o skloa, tuo n plotting glected any of these duties? Is your hom o a s muo h t o yo u a s it used t o be ? Have thos e anticipation s been gratified? God hel p yoa to-da y In your solemn reminiscenc e and let His mero y fall upo n you r sou l If your kind ness has bee n ill requited ! God have meroy on the paren t o n th e wrinkles of whos e faoo 13 written the story of a child' s sin I God havo mero y o n th e mothor who i n additio n t o ho r own pang * has th e pang of a child' s in iquity ! Oh , there ar o many, many sa d sound s 1 A this sod world , but the saddes t sound'iifcfit Is over hoard Is the broakln g of a motker' s heart! Are ther e any her o wh o re membe r that In that hom e tho y wer o unfaith ful? Ar e thor e those wh o wandered off from tha t earl y home an d loft th o mother t o di e wit h a broke n heart? Ob , I sti r tha j rom - lnisoence to-day'. I find another point In your life history. You foun d one da y yo u were in tho.wron g road; yo u coul d not sleep a t night . Thor e was jus t on o wor d tha t seemed to sob through you r banking house, o r through your office, o r your shop , o r you r bedroom , and that word wa s \eternity. \ You sai d : \I am no t read y for It. O God, hav e mercy!\ Th o Lord hoard . Peaco came t o your heart . Yo u romembe r hbw you r hand, trembled a s yo u too k tho oup of th o holy communion. Yo u remember the old minister who oonsocrntod it, and you remembe r the church ofiiclnls wh o earrlo d It throug h th o aisle. You re member th o ol d peoplo who at tho olose of th e service too k you r hand In their s i n con gratulatin g sympathy , 03 much n s t o say , \Welcom e home , yo u lo3t prodigal,\ an d thoug h thos e hand s have all withero d awa y tha t communion Sabbath Is resurrooto d to day. I t Is reaurrectod wit h al l its prayer s an d soug s and tears an d sermons and trans figuration. Havo you kep t thos e vows? Have you boe n a backslldor? God holp you 1 This da y kneel at th e foot of mercy ana start agai n for hoavon. Start to-day a s yo u started then . I rouse you r sou l b y tha t reminiscence . But I mus t no t spend an y mor o of m y time In goin g ove r th o advantage s of your llfo. I just pu t them all i n ono great sheaf, an d I bind thorn up In you r memor y wit h on e loud harvest song , such as reapers sing . Prais o th e Lord , y e blood bought mortal s o n oarth! Praise th e Lord , ye crowne d spirit s of heav en ' way to make it interestingly hot for vou I ™ FC ,„^V°„ « „ tUa 8M . 8a .'Ion plotting that lasted half a minute. has some ngnts, hi s property is a t stake \ Enoch Broadhurst deliberately turned his b c k upo n Giles Brockle, and con tinued planning a s though no ono had spoken Giles turuod t o Squire Jopsou. \Mr Broadhurst is taking n good dea l o u himself , fo r on e mau I want him t o know that my uncle' s rights will b o maiu- t uned \ \Are yo u sure yo u ar e able , to speak fo r your uncle, Giles'\ Jepsou asked, coldly \I wil l speak for mysel f If my uncle •3ies, this i s my propert y I am protecting myBelf.\ \Ah!\ \Yon needu' t sa y 'Ah 1 ' Jepson. I warn you, now, not t o carry your plan out. I f you do , I'l l prosecut e you You pretend you have to kuoc k thi s w 11 down t o aav o the houses below- it. I don't se o Ih o ne cessity Yo u shan 't d o it, either \ Broadhuist at thit inslnu t headed the men who, provided wit h a groat boam, were bent upon pushing th o wall over \Do you deny m y right, Mr -Jepson? I want t o know . ' \I do . Yo u ar e n o more concerned in this matter than the veries t straug.o r to Tom Petors.\ \How d o yo n kuo w that?\ \Pooh! Find out. \ That wa s al l Squir e Jepson vouchsafed a s h e strode aw.iy, ca6iiu g a contemptu ous glance upon Gile s \He doo s know,\ Gilo s said , to himself. \He'll ru e it. I'l l make him eat hi s words. Curse him. I'l l not even wfth him befor e I' m a week older . I f ne saw a thousand wills thero i s but one copy , and that is where no human eyes wil l ove r se e i t now. Tho wall must b e ful l o f earth.\ By this timo noarl y evory ono know that Gile s Brockl e was asserting bis rights a s Tom Poters' heir . He was re garded by som e wil h curiosity, by othors with contempt, an d som e expressed hatred o f him. No otho r man in al l that num ber wn s thinking , imuch less talking, of property; the y were thinking o f their dead. The manner of thi s heir to a vast est it e wa s s o unlik e that o f al l othe) people that h o attracte d attention. 'J nis was what ho sought. The soonet hi s claim s woro acknowledged the bettor. Solely a s a matter of polic y he could afford to bo odious for a brief period— the world waB easily fooled . He could , find ways t o wra p al l thes e people around his fingors by and by . Monday h o woul d sho w Broadhurst and Jepson somothirfg. Thore woro valuable | goods in a building .that withstood, the forc e o f the wators . Lawyor Butledgo bad an office in tha t same building which was ono of th o best hi s uncle .ho d emoted in the'eity . nJt was a*considerable dis tance from the.' littlo house tho lawyei made his home, and in which hii clients found him th o greate r part of his time. Gile* rnolved t o hir e men on the mor- •'PJ^Vud'; have .'the». .remove. all ,$la>M make it hot for anybody tha t interferei with me and my lights Tom Peters is ns good as dead. This i s my property Who elao would he give it to ? \That' s al l —I'm going right ahead uow.\ \You can move tho rubbish,\ sai d -Tep son , \not an ounce out of th o building I wil l bo hero when you do,\ Thon thoy walked away , loaving him— the level-hoaded Gilos Brockle—cursing roundly. Thore wero several thousands i n th e saf e on the first floor of that building , o he was much mistaken He kuew hi uncio kept his Government bondB there , with large Bums o f cash, and cash , bonds, monoy was indispeusable if h o wa s to light for hiR rights. Ho must hav e money to pay lawyers. \Might makes right the worl d over. Might i s on tho Bide money's on,\ sai d Gilo s Brockle. \I'll get tha t saf e open to-night. I'll not go t o be d till I d o \ [TO BB CONTINUED. ] A Uoveriior in tlio Woods. Local anecdotes enliven history and illustrate it, but few authentic ones survive. An old record of the early sixteen-thirtles—when Boston Itself was a \howling wilderness\— tells us how the first Governor of Massachusetts lost hini elf one nijrht on his own farm, or where tho city of fcSumerville now stands. The Govenor, biinj; at his farm house in Mlstick, walked out after supper, and took a piece In his hand, supposing he niluht see a wolf (for the\ cuiae daily about the house, and killed swine, an 1 calves, etc., and being about, half a mile off, It grew (suddenly dark, so as, in com.ng home, be mistojlc his path, and went till he came to a little house of Sajjamore John, which stood'empty. There he stayed, and havlnga piece of match in his jiockct,—for he al- svays carried about him match and a compass, and in summer time snake- tveetl,—lie made a good lire near the 'muse, and lay down upon some old inats which he found there, and so tpent the n ght, sometimes walking by the lire, sometimes singing psalms, tml sometimes getting wood, but :ould not sleep- It was, through God's mercy, a (rami night, but a little before day it be„ r an to raiD, and having no clriak, ho made shift by a long pole to climb up Into the house. In the morning thore came thither in Indian squaw, but perceiving her before she had opened the door, he Oarrerl her out; yet'she stayed there i great while essaying to get in, and it last she went, away and ho returned lafe home, his servants having been much perplexed for him, and having ivalke.i about and shot oil pieces and nallooed in the night; but he heard ihcm not. • '' THE mosquito-pest season seems to have reached Boston, when a clergy man'preached a sermon the'other,day; on \The B'Kness.of Little.,Thlngi.7 Oh, thoso were good days' If yo u ha d your foot hurt, your mother alway s had a soothing salvo to heal It. If yo u were wronged in the slreet, your father was jilways ready t o protoct you . The yea r wa s on e round of frolio an d mirth . Your greatest troubl o wa s a n April shower , mor a sunshlno than shower . Th e hear t ha d not beon ran sacked b y troubles, no r had slokness broken it, and n o lamb ha d a warmer sheopfold than th o home in wbloh your childhood nestled . Perhaps yo u were brough t up i n the coun try. Yo u stand now to-day i n memor y undo r the ol d tree. You clubbed It for fruit that was not quit e ripe because you could no t wai t any longor. You hea r th o brook rumb lin g along over the pobble3. You step again into tho furrow whoro you r father In hi s shir t sleeves shoutod t o th o lazy ozen . You frighte n th o swallows from th o rafters of tlio barn and tak e just on e eg g and silence you r consclenc o by saying tho y will no t miss It. You take a drink again outo f the very buoket that th o ol d woll fotohod up . You g o for th e cow s at nigh t an d find thorn wagging their heads throug h the bars. Ofttlmes In th e i dust y and busy streets yo u wis h yo u were | home agai n on that cool gras s Or i n th e ball of the furmbouso, throug h which ther e wa s th e breat h of now mow n hay o r th e blossom of buckwheat . You may havo In you r windows now beauti ful plant s an d flowers brough t from across th e sons, bu t not ono of the m stirs In you r sou l s o much charm an d memory a s th o old ivy *nd th o yollow sunflower tha t stood sentine l alon g tho garde n wal k an d th e for- getmenots playing hide and seek mi d tbo lon g grass . Th o father, wh o usod t o como In sunburned from tho fields and sit dow n o u tho doorsill en d wipe th e swea t from his brow , may have gone to his everlasting rest. The mother who usod t o si t a t the doo r a littlo ben t over, cap an d spectacles^ on, he r face mellowin g with tho vlolssltudos of muny yoars . may have pu t dow n hor gray hoad o n th e pillow iu tho valloy, bu t forget tha t homo you novo r will. Have you thanke d Go d for It? Have'yo u rehearse d nil these blessed reminiscences? Oh, thank Go d for a Christian father. Than k Go d for a Christian mothor. Thank Go d for a n earl y Christian altar a t whic h jou were taught t o kneel. Than k Go d for aa early Christia n home. I bring t o mind anothe r passag e In tho hls- Sory of your life. Th e day camo who n yo u set up your own houshold. Tho day s passed alon g In quiet blessouness. You r twai n sat at the table mornin g an d nigh t and talke d ovor your plan s for tho future. The mos t signifi can t affair in your life bocame the subject of mutual consultation an d advisement . You wer e s o hupp y you felt yo u neve r could be o/iy hnpjiler. . One day a dark clou 1 hovere d over you r dwelling , and it got di e r and darkdr . But out of that cloud th e shinin g messenge r of God descende d to Incarnate nn immortal spirit. Two little feet starte d o n an eternal journey , and yo u were t o lead them . A ge m to flash In heaven's coronet, and you to polish it . Etornal ages of ligh t an d dark nes s watching th o startin g out of o newly create d being. Yo u rejoiced an d yo u tremble d a t th e re sponsibility that in your possession an im morta l treasur e wos placed. Yo u praye d and ' rojolood, and woptandwondered , an d praye d an d rejoicod, an d wept and wondered . You were earnes t In supplication that yo u might < lea d i t through life into th o kingdom of God . Ther e was a tremor in you r oarnestness. Thore was a doublo interest abou t tha t home . There was an Additional interes t why yo u shoul d sta y thero an d b e faithful, and whe n In a few month s your house was filled with th e music of the child's laughter you wer e •truo k through with th e fact that you ha d a stupendou s mission. . >l May* yo u kep t thatvo'w? Have jou se-. But som e of yo u havo no t always had a smoot h life. Some of yo u are now In th o shadow . Other s hod thoir trouble s year s ag o ; you ar e a mor e wreck of wha t yo u once wero. I must gather up th e sorrow s of your past llfo, bu t how shall I do it? Yo u sa y tha t Is Impossible, a s yo u havo ha d somanytroublos au d adversities. The n I will jus t tako two , the first troubl e an d th e last trouble . And whe n yo u aro walking along th o stroot an d ther o ha s been music In the distanc e you unconsciousl y find yourselve s keepin g step t o th e music, so when you starte d llfo you r vory life wa s a musical tlmobeat . Th o air wa s lull of jo y an d hilarity With th o bright, oleur oar , yo u mad e the boa t skip. You wen t on , an d Hie gro w brlghtor , unti l after awhil e suddenly a volco from heave n said. ' Hal t I\ And yo u halted. Yo u gre w pale. You oonfrontod p you r llrst sorrow . You ha d no idea that th o flush o n you r child's oheek wa s a n unhealth y Hush You said i t canno t b o anythin g serious . Deat h in slippered font walkod round abou t th e cradlo. Y'ou did not hear the tread , bu t after awhil e th o trut h flashed on you . Y'ou walkod th o floor Oh, It yo u could, wit h you r strong , stout hand, havo wrenche d th o child from the destroyer ' Y'ou wen t t o you r room, and yo u said \God , save my child ' God, sav e my child !\ Th o worl d seemod going out In darkness , You said, \I cannot boar It, I canno t boar It\ ' Y'ou felt as if yo u could no t pu t th e lashes ove r th o bright eyes nove r to soo them again sparkle . On, If yo u coul d hav o tako n that littlo on o in your arm s and wit h it leaped Into th o grave , ho w gladl y you woul d hnve don e It I Oh, if yo u coul d let you r propert y go , you r houses, your lan d an d you r storehous e go , ho w gladl y you woul d have allowe d the m t o depar t If yo u could only hav e kopt tha t on e treasure! , But one'da y ther e arose from the heaven s a ahill blast tha t swept over the bedroom , an d Instantly all tho light went out , an d ther e wa s durkness—thick, murly, Impene trable, shuddering darkness. Bu t Go d did not leave yo u there. Mercy spoko . As yo u woro abou t t o put that cu p t o your Hps Go d said, \Lot It pass, \ an d forthwit h a s by th o | han d of angels , anothe r ou p wa s put Into you r hands . I t wa s th e cu p of Go d s conso lation. An d a s yo u havo sometime s lifted th e hea d of a wounde d soldier and poure d wlno Into hi s Hps, so Ood put s Hi s loft ar m unde r your head , an d with Ills righ t hand H e pour s int o you r lips th« win e of Hi s com fort an d Hl3 consolation, an d you looke d a t th e empt y cradl e an d looked n t your broke n heart, and yo u looked a t th e Lord's chas tisement, aud yo u said, \Even so , Father , for s o i t seemeth goo d In Thy sight.\ Ah, It Is you r first trouble. How di d yo u get over it? Go d comforted you . Yo u hav o been a betto r man eversluco. You have boon a bettor woman ever since. I n the jar of th e closing gut e of th o sepulcher you hoard th o clanging of the openin g gat e of heaven and you felt a n irresistable drawin g heavenward . You havo beo a pure r an d holler of heart over slnoe that night when th e little ono fo r th o last tlmo pu t its arms arouu d your noc k an d said: \Good night, papa. Goo d night, mamma. Mee t me i n hoaveu.\ But I must como on down t o your later sorrow Wha t wa s it? Perhap s It was sick- uess. The ohlld' s trea d o n the stai r or th o tlok of th e watcll on th e stan d disturb s you . Throug h th e long, weary days yo u counto d th e figures on th o carpet o r th o ilowersiu tho wall paper . Oh , th e wearines s and ex haustion I Oh . the burning pungs' Woul d God It wer o morning , would God It wer e night, wer e your frequent cry. But you ar e bettor—perhaps oven well. Havo you thanked Ood tha t to-day youoa n como out in tho fresh air; tha t yo u ar e in this place t o hear God' s name , an d t o sin g God's praise, and t o im plore God's help, an d t o uak God' s forgive ness?. Bless th e Lord wh o healet h al l ou r diseases and redeemoth ou r lives fro m de struction. , Perhap s your last sorrow wa s c financial embarrassment . I congratulato some of yo u on you r luoratlve profession or ooeupatlon , on ornat e apparel , o n a commodiou s resi dence—everything yo u pu t your hand t o seems t o turn t o gold. Bu t ther o ar o other s of yo u wh o are like tho ship o n which Pau l sailed where two seas mot, and you ar o brokon b.^ the violence of th o waves.- By a n unadvlsod indorsement , or b y a conjunctio n of unforeseen events, o r b y tlr« o r storm, o r a senseless panic , yo u have boon flung head long, and wher o yo u once dispense d grea t charities now you have har d work t o make th e tw o end s meet. Hav e yo u forgotten to tu.ink Go d for your days ol-i prosperity , uud that through your trials som e of yo u huv» rcado investment s whic h will continu e after th e last bank of this worl d ha s exp«\iod an d th o silve r and gold ar e molte n ; n fires of a burning world? Hav e you;-ami d nil you r losses and discour agements, forgot tha t there wa s brea d o n you r table thi s mornin g nn d tha t there shall bo a sholter to r your hea d from the storm , an d there Is ai r for you r lungs and bloo d for your hear t and light for you r ey e and a gla d an d glorious and triumphan t religio n for your soul? Perhap s your last troublo wa s a boreave - meat. That hear t which i n childhood was you r refugo, the parental heart, and which has boen a sourc e of th o quickest sympathy ever since, ha s suddenl y become silen t for- evor. An d now sometimes wheneve r In sud de n annoyanc e and without deliberatio n yo u say , \I will g o an' - tell mothor, \ tho thought flashes o n yn, \I havo no mother.' ' O r th o father, wit h voice loss tender, bu t a t heart a s earnest and loving—watchful of al l your ways, exultan t ovor you r success without saying much , althoug h th e old peopl e d o talk It ovor b y themselves—Is taken away forever. Peopl o looEea aowa, an a tnoy sa w it wiu enl y a few feot dee p nnd a few feet wide, but to yon i t wa s a chas m down which wen t ail you r hope s and al l your expectations. Bu t chee r u p i n th e name of tbeLordJosui l Christ, th o oomfortor. He Is not goin g t o forsake you . Di d th o Lord take that ohild out of your arms ? Why, H e is goin g t o shelte r i t bettor tha n yo u could. H e i s going to array it i n a white robe an d give It a palm branch and hav o It al l read y t o greet yo u al you r coming home . Blessed tb o brokon hear t that Jesus heals. Blessed th o im portunat e cr y tha t Jesus compassionates. Ble»sed th e weepin g ey e from whic h th o soft hand of Jesus wipes awa y tho tear Somo year s ag o I wa s sailing dow n th o St. John rlvor, whio h Is th e Rhine an d th e Hud son commingle d i n on e scone o t beant y an d grandeur , and whilo I wa s o n tho deok of tho steame r a gentlema n pointed ou t t o mo th e places of Interest, nnd he said, \Ai l this is interval land , an d i t i s th e richest lan d in all tho province s of Ne w Bcunswlok on d Novo Scotia.\ \What said I , \do yo u mean by intorvol Innd? \ \Well h o said, \this land is sub merge d for a part of tho year. Spring freshets como down,-nnd all tbeso plains ar e overflowed with th e water, an d th e watoi leaves a ric h deposit, an d whe n th o waters ar e gotie th o harvest springs up , an d ther o ii th o grandes t harvost tha t wa s ovor reaped.\ And I Instantly thought , \It Is no t th e heights of th o churc h an d i t is not tho heights of this worl d tha t ar o th e scenes of tho great est prosperity , bu t th o soul over which tho floods of sorro w havo gone, th o soul ovor whloh the freshets o t tribulation have torn thoi r way, tha t ylolds th e greatest fruits o l righteousness, nn d th o largest harvest tor time , and tho rlohest for otornlty.\ Bless God tha t your soul Is Interval land. Bu t thoso romlnlsconces reaoh only t o this morning . Thor o is only on e more point of tremoudou s rominiscenaes. au d tha t is th o last hour of llfo, whe n wo nave t o look ovoi all ou r past oxlstonoe. What a momen t that will be! I place Napoleon's dyin g rom- inlsoenco o n St. Helen a bosldo Mrs. Judson' s dyin g romlnlsceuco In the harbo r o t St. Helona—tho sam e Island—20 years alter. Napoleon' s dyin g reminiscence wa s on o o l delirium a s h o exclaimed, \Hoa d of tho army!\ Mrs . Judson' s dying reminiscence, as sh o camo hom o from ho r missionary toll an d be r life of self sacrifice for Ood, dyin g In th e onblu of th e ship in th e harbo r of St. ' nelona. was , \I always did lovo th o Lord Jesu s Christ. \ And , then, th o historian says, sho fell Into a soun d sleop for a n hou r an d woke amid the song3 of angels. , t I place th o dyin g reminiscence of Augustus Cajsar agains t th e dyin g reminiscence o t th o Apostle Paul . Th o dyin g remlnlsconce ol Augustu s Cffisar was, addressing his atten dants , \Have I played m y part well on th o stage of life?\ an d the y answered i n th o af firmative, and h e said \Why , thon, don' t you applau d mo? \ The dying romiaisconcn . of Paul th o Apostle wa s \I nave fought a goo d fight, I hav e finished ray course, I hov e kopt th o faith, noncefort h thero Is laid up for m o a crow n of righteousness, which th o Lord, th o rlprhteous Judge , will glvo- m o in tha t day , an d no t t o mo only, but t o all thorn tha t lovo Hi s appoarlog. \ Augustu s Cmsar died umid pomp an d groat surroundings . Pau l uttorod his dying romtnisceneo lookin g up throug h th o rool o t a dungeou . Ood gran t that ou r dying pillow ma y b e tlio closing o t a usoful llfo and tho openin g of a glorious etornlty An Emperor at tho Plow. In ordor to emphasize tho import ance of tho cultivation of the soil and to encourage his Bubjer.ts to follow agricultural pursuits, the Emperor of China sometimes performs certain rites at the \Emperor's Field\ and goes through the form of plowing and other work of the husbandman. One day recently the Emporor sot out nt daybreak from his palace, with a nu merous and magnificent train of courtiers and others. Before breakfast the Emperor arrived nt the'shrinea of the deity presiding over agriculture, and his majosty stopped to offer up his thanksgiving and sacrifices. After changing his dress, tho morning ro- past was served, at the end of whiob tho Emperor prooeeded to tho field, at the four corners of which were erected four pavilions, where tho seeds of wheat and other cereals woro placed. In the center were numbers of mag nificently attiredocourtiers, each hold ing aloft a many-colored flag, whilo on the side of the passage were scores of aged ond white-haired farmers, each having in his hand some agricultural implement. Placing his left hand on .the'plow and holding the whip in his right hand the Emperor began tho ceremony of the occasion. By prear- rangernent the officers did thoir al lotted share, ,some wielding the agri cultural implements, while others scat tered seeds out of the baskets as if sowing, while the Emperor was busied with the plow, whioh was hitched to a richly caparisoned bullock draped in yellow and led by two of the Emper or's body guards. On the Emperor finishing his round at the plow the three princes were ordered to go through the performonee, and after thorn nine high courtiers had their turn.—-Pall Mall Budget. Or thore wa s you r companion in Hie, sharer pf your joy s an d sorrows, taken, leav ing-tho hear t an oj d ruin , where th e ill winds M9W over a wid e Wilderness o t desolation , tho sand s of th o • desert \driving acros s th o place'whioh onc e bloomed like th e garden of God. An d Abraham mourns for Sarah , a t th e cave of Haohpelah . . Going along your path In life, suddenly , right before yo u was a n open grave.- i ' i Hardships of life in the Polar Itcgion. The whole region is ono of severe cold, and the sea is frozen for the greater part of the year, land ond* water becoming almost indistinguish able, but for the incessant movement and drift of the sea ice, sayB McOlue's ' Magazine. In summer the sea, ice breaks up into floes which may drift away by the wind against the shores of continents or islands, leaving lanes of open water which a shift of wind may change nnd olose in an hour. Icebergs launched from the glaciers * of the land also drift with the tide, current and wind through tho more or or less open water. Possibly at some times the pack may open and a clear waterway run through to the pole, and old whalers tell of many a year, when they believed that a few days' steam ing would carry them to the end of the world, if they could have seized the opportunity. At other times routes traversed in safety time after time- may \be effect ively closed for years, and all ad vance barred. Pood in the form of seals or walrus in the open water, Teindoer, musk ox, polar bears or birds on the land, may often be procured, but these sources cannot be relied ui'on. Advance northward may bo made, by water in a ship, or by dog-sledge, 'or on foot, over the frozen snow or ice. Each method has great drawbacks. 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