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demands, but their recipients promise to pass them hand, but seems to look us through and through, round, so that all may share in the pleasure. and to ask us to strive to stir all hearts to help the

It is very consolatory to think that the little pre- children. Surely the wistful gaze of this small sents taken to the dear children divert their minds creature would move the hardest heart to pity, and from their sufferings. Some are, however, either we ask ourselves as to what is the home whence it too ill or too sad to be so diverted. One such came, and to which it must return. meets our view at the top of the ward, who feigns But we do not wish to sadden our youthful sleep to avoid notice. He is a youth of fifteen, readers by wholly melancholy details. The inmates who has just heard that his father, a clerk, is out of the wards are often very cheerful, and enjoy a of employment. His is

a melancholy story joke as much as those who are in good health. indeed. Seven children were struck down by | Moreover, they like singing, and their kind nurses typhoid fever and brought to the hospital. This are glad to encourage them in this taste, and to boy is the eldest, and was already helping his help them to forget their ills in learning songs or father to support the others. A bad drain was the hymns. They are patriotic also, and love their cause of this terrible trouble, which should be a Queen and country, so it is not surprising that they warning to all, whether parents, nurses, or children, sing our National Anthem enthusiastically. The to submit to the sanitary measures within reach of other day, however, they converted that loyal prayer most of us, for the preservation of health. Let no into one personal to themselves, and sang as follows: one neglect fresh air and pure water. They are “God save our noble nurse, God save Nurse Mills." not to be obtained by every one, and their loss This speaks well for the loving kindness of those causes calamities such as these.

This poor boy

good women who tend them. We ask if they will and his brothers and sisters are samples of “favour us with some music,” as polite people say, hundreds who are in peril of their lives from dirt and in a few minutes the scrap-books are laid and impurity. He was recovering when this bad aside, and the voices unite in an evening hymn. news concerning his father reached him, and now A hush falls on the large ward as from cot to he lies, hopeless and forlorn, wondering what is to cot the strain is taken up, and many of the sick become of them all. His good nurse whispers a children fold their hands as they join in the prayer few tender words to him, and bids us leave the which they sing every night. Evening is drawing pen-wiper we hold in our hand, to cheer him.

on, and truly both sight and sound are pathetic. Inquiring about our old friends, we learn that From the white beds through the length and breadtlı Charlie the first has not yet been able to mount of the room rise the feeble voices. The nurses on the false leg proposed for him, because his pause in their ministrations, the lame boy rests on poor stump is too short, so he goes on crutches his crutches, even noisy Willie of our Cot is quiet, still. But he keeps up his spirits, and is as merry and the babies gaze and listen. Very holy and a3 a cricket. His friend Bobby is at the Conva- sweet are words and melody, and they will assuredly lescent Home, and a great favourite there. But as reach the ears of Him who said—“Suffer little fast as one maimed boy gets better and leaves the children to come unto Me." hospital, another comes in. Here is one who has

"Now the day is over, been knocked down by a wheelbarrow, another

Night is drawing nigh, who was run over by a cart, and who displays

Shadows of the evening half a finger just healed, while the rest of his

Steal across the sky." wounded limbs are healing. The wonder is, not

Doubtless, my young friends, you all know the that these are here to be cured, but that many

hymn, but you can scarcely realise how touching more are not injured or killed in the gigantic

it sounds, coming from so many who are stretched throngs of the streets of these parts. As we came

on their beds of sickness. The words along we saw a tattered child of six leading two other tattered children younger than herself, and

Comfort every sufferer

Watching late in pain.” we wondered how they threaded the crowds of foot-passengers. But the tiny half-clad, bonnetless seem so tenderly appropriate ; and perhaps, when protectress conducted her charges bravely, and we you sing them you will remember these poor know that God watches over such as they.

children. We cannot do better than close while Here is one who gazes at us as if it were asking they sing, with their own pathetic prayeritself what we were going to do with it. A fair,

"Through the long night watches curly-headed, puny, blue-eyed infant, who is sitting

May Thine Angels spread up in its little crib, and gravely considering life. It

Their white wings above me, ncither smiles nor cries as we take its morsel of a

Watching round my bed.”


UFFALOES, or — as they their multitude was such that, although the river,

are more correctly termed, including an island over which they passed, was
Bisons-were at one time one mile broad, the animals stretched as thickly
the most conspicuous fea- as they could swim right across from one side to
tures of the prairies of the other. Various attempts have been made to
North America, over which compute the numbers of one of these droves on

they roamed in masses so the plains, the estimates ranging from 20,000 to dense as to blacken the landscape several millions. In the early days of the Pacific for miles. Their numbers, how- Railway the trains were often stopped by buffaloes. ever, are becoming fewer, and in the morning and evening they feed in the open, their range more limited, every but during the sultry heat of the day they betake year, so that their extinction at themselves to shady rivulets, or streams flowing no distant date-probably before through thickets of tall canes. the close of the nineteenth cen- Ferocious as their appearance unquestionably tury — is certain. Singularly is, their disposition is sluggish and fearful. Colonel enough, too, the destinies of the Dodge tells us that they do not possess much

“noble savage” are bound up instinct, but what little they have seems to get with those of the bison, for the disappearance of the them into, rather than out of, difficulties. If not animal, which is food and clothing to him, will be alarmed at sign of a foe, they will stand stupidly the red man's death-sentence. Civilisation on the gazing while a herd is being shot down, or walk | one hand, and their ruthless slaughter by the “pale into a quicksand or quagmire already filled with faces” on the other, are slowly, but surely, driving struggling victims. When a bison has deter. the buffaloes off the continent.

mined to go in a particular direction, it is almost From natural enemies they have little to fear impossible to make him change his mind. After The wolves that skulk in and out among the herds what Colonel Dodge has told us, it need not surare always on the outlook for the sick, the aged, prise us that herds are subject to panics, when and the young, but they never attack the strong they will rush off in headlong flight, following and healthy animals of which the vast droves are their leader in the same blind and headstrong composed. Indeed, the only creature at all able fashion as sheep. Should they reach the bed of to cope with the gigantic strength of the bison is one of those watercourses which are occasionally the grizzly bear, and ever it will seldom assume found in the prairies, with rugged banks high the aggressive unless there be no help for it. enough to be like small precipices, the leaders Should it be possible for it to shirk the combat, it recoil from the leap, but, pressed on by the surging will assuredly prefer flight. Sometimes, however, mass behind, they are driven over the brink, the means of escape are cut off, or the grizzly may be a multitudes in the rear falling after them until the she-bear accompanied by her cubs, which she will gap is actually filled with dead animals, over never desert. Anxiety for their safety will, there- which-as over a terrible bridge—the rest of the fore, compel her to offer battle. Facing each other drove pass safely to the bank beyond. for a few moments, the bison, its small eyes Various methods are adopted of hunting the flashing fire, speedily charges the bear with sudden bison. Sir John Franklin gave an interesting de and furious onslaught. And such a charge ! Few scription of what he called a “buffalo pound.' It animals could stand up against it, for with a well- was a fenced space, over three hundred feet in cirdirected blow of its heavy head it will hurl the cumference, its entrance being banked up with snow grizzly savagely to the ground. Should the bear or other material, to prevent the retreat of the anisucceed in avoiding the assault, and grip the bison, mals which had entered. For a mile on each side of then it is the latter's turn to quake, for the em- the road leading to the pound, stakes, about twenty brace of the grizzly is almost invariably fatal. As yards apart, were driven into the ground, to hinder soon as they are at close quarters there is little the buffaloes from breaking out on either side. hope for the buffalo, which is hugged gradually Branches of trees were hung between these stakes, to death.

within fifty or sixty yards of the pound, to hide the As an example of the enormous numbers of the Indians, who lay down behind them, waiting the herds, the experience of one traveller may be approach of the prey. When all was ready, horsenoted. He observed them crossing a river, and men rode off to the plains, where they manæuvred

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round a herd, so as to urge it to enter the roadway, lie motionless ; but they gradually get within range, which was about a quarter of a mile broad. This


and several members of a herd will then fall vichaving been accomplished, they then began shout- tims. A favourite device of the Indians is to ing and pressing close upon the terrified beasts, disguise themselves like wolves, and thus attired, which rushed heedlessly onwards towards the snare. to creep towards the unsuspecting bisons. This When they reached the ambuscade, the Indians in they are the more readily enabled to do, because waiting rose up, and increased the consternation the buffaloes become accustomed to wolves hangby howling and firing guns. The bisons speedilying upon the outskirts of a herd, and permit these entered the ground, where they were killed.

brutes to come amongst them with impunity. The buffaloes are often hunted on horseback. Buffaloes are the Indians' best friends. Their Each man singles out an animal from the herd, Aesh furnishes the red man's larder ; their wool is and tries to separate it from its mates. Should he manufactured into a warm, coarse cloth; their hides succeed, he then gets near enough to shoot it ; and are made into targets, mocassins, and tents; their such is his dexterity that, though he must fire on horns are used as powder-flasks, and their fat sup. the run,' he generally brings his animal down.plies tallow. Should the animals withdraw from Should the bison turn on him, he must at once ride a district, the wanderers of the plains must follow off. Horses are useless when the buffalo's sus- them, or starve. No wonder the “noble savage" picions have been aroused. The hunters, on such attaches boundless importance to the buffalo. occasions, dismount, and crawl on their knees to dance, by which means he hopes to attract the wards the animals, pushing their guns before them. bison once more to its wonted haunts before gaunt If the bisons look towards them, they must instanily famine comes and stares the tribe in the face.

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Was there a fish? Well, l'm inclined to doubt it-
In fact, I think there's not much doubt about it ;
For all Tom got, I must not be forgetting,
Was neither whale nor minnow, but a wetting.

G. W.

F Simple Simon you have often heard,
And must have thought his fishing quite

absurd :
That is, of course, if you believed a word
Of what is told about his mother's pail,
And how he angled in it for a whale.
Well, be that as it may : my story's true,
Or I should not be telling it to you.
Within a certain nursery there stood
A tub of large dimensions made of wood ;
And one day when the children, tired of play,
Were seeking means to while the hours away,
Tom thought of sport for which he'd long been

So filled the tub with water, and went fishing.




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