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“ I must have some more of that new seed-corn from town; yetI can hardly spare the time to go myself.’ “ I will go for you,” said the wife, quietly. ” Yes, but there is nothing to drive but the colt.” “ Well, I can drive him." “ I know you can ; but: no one has ever drawn a. line over him but myself.” (After a. pause.) “ I’ll let you drive him, Jerusha, and you may get ready to go to town.” Aunt Jerusha, a farmer’s wife, sat in the kitchen, by the open door, from whence she could look a-field, where her husband, Deacon Spriggins, was planting corn. She was I). matron of fifty years, had been a hard-working woman, and a great help-meet to the deacon ; and now they were living in competency, the result of their united and Well-directed efforts. The house was roomy and comfortablefithat was all, and that’s enough; but everything was so home-like and attractive to the eye as to invite one to stop and visit awhile. Aunt Jerusha was tall, well-formed, and rather sharp-featur- ed ; but large blue eyes, that beamed with benevolence and kindliness, offset the sharp lines of her face. The deacon was seen approaching the house. He entered the kitchen. Aunt Jerusha’s eyes glittered with a, strange expression ; the color deepened on her cheek, and her hand trembled, as she laid aside her work and arose from her chair. The? Colt, as they termed him, was a bay stallion of abouthalf a dozen years. He was a foul of the noted mare Dolly Spriggins, who, although never on a track, and always driven by Deacon Spriggins to a. heavy country wagon, had a wide reputation for speed and endurance. In fact, she was an untiring roadster, and had never been beaten. Her first foal was a. filly celled Pearl, but better known as Aunt J erushe’s Filly.* She, also, had never been beaten ; and The (Jolt worth- ily sustained the reputation of the family. As the Deacon leads him, or, rather, as he follows his owner from barn to house, we will describe him. He is a. rich, dark bay, black points, no White, 15.2 hands, weigh- ing about 1050 lbs. He is very stoutly proâ€" portioned, and there is not a. weak spot about him. He moves with a. quick, nerv- ous, springy walk. His head, which might be considered by some to be too large, indi- cates force and character. There is great width and fullness between the eyes, strong jowls, large nostrils, long, fine ears, which are constantly in motion, and eyes that are fairly ablaze with courage and intelligence. His neck is rather heavy than otherwise, his back very broad, coupling short, im- mense quarters, while his tail is carried beâ€" hind him like a. banner floating in the breeze. His legs a black and perfectly clean; his feet are like iron ; and he is well shod. He had on neither blinder, check, or martin- gale, but the harness was good, and the open wagon, although heavy was in capital order. “ You remember, Deacon,” she said to him very kindly, as she laid her hand on the broad shoulder of her husband, “ what a. gqggl horseyvornannl used tro'be ?” “ Yes, and the first time I ever saw you you were riding a horse bareback; and I remember that I thought you handled your horse with great skill.” And the deacon laughed Very significantly. “It was your natural courage that pleased me so much. Now get ready, and I will harness the colt.” “ No matter what they say, although it is a little strange, for no one has ever driven him a rod but me. Now, Jerushn, let The Colt have his own way. If he wants to speed along a little bit don’t pull and worry him, but let him g’lung; he’ll stop when he gets ready : and you need have no fear of his tiring himself. ‘Ve have had many a ood ride behind him, and you know what’s un to him would be death to almost any other horse. And don’t you forget yourself, Jerusha, and slap him with the reins when you want him to go on, for if you do you will have a terrible time with him. I never did it but once, and he almost pulled me over the dashboard. \Vllen you want him to go faster simply say to him, ‘ (70 on.’ But you know just how 1 drive.” Aunt Jerusha. came out dressed to go to town. As she seated herself in the wagon she said to the Deacon : “ \Vhat will the people say when they see mellxliving The Qolt ‘2’] The good Deacon laughed quite heartily. “ Yes, I guess that‘s it. He is quiet enough now.” In fact, The Cult did seem to be satisfied now that his owner was nem‘ him. Tlie Deacon’s wife gathered up the reins, clucked to The Colt, who moved off fora few rods quite briskly, then stopped, looked behind him, whinnietl, and commenced pawing. The Deacon, who was a close observer of this scene, was at the horse’s head in an instant. “ What in the world is the matter, Jerm sha ‘3” he said. “ I’m sure I don’t know,” she replied, “ unless he thinks it’s very strange that you are not going alon'r. Perhaps you had better come, too.” “ He will go all right in a moment or so,” said the Duncan. Ho slapped him‘ on the back with his open hand, bzulc him “go on,” and in zmothur moment Aunt Jernshu. was nearly out of sight. The Deacon walk- ed back to the field, but taking one more look down the road before he went to work, he muttered to himself : “ The dear, good old rascal l” One of the field hands said to another, “ Jehosaphat ! if that won’t make a sensa- tion in town, then I’m a sinner.” Elora. Ont Aunt Jerusha’s Race. Ihm brominatc dam sdreet py nite MitKarIinc unt mit Kate ; Unt etery dimes he gnmes rite home Pevorc it vas zu late 1 I lofes mein Yacob tsoo, hote vans Der vater he did sdrike! Unt. 20 I zays, ihm nefcr coot Ein cantle holdt mit. Mike 1 Mein yungest 901m, yung Mihel Strauss, Istclcfer mit der feet, ]h m tanst so goot as anydings ; l dmks he gant pa peat! Ya I he mm sdep unt chassez tsoo, Unt dorn aroundt, \mt schwing ; Der stchottische ist ihm ('lefer mit, Unt he gcm \‘altz lpy china 1 De shanest gels mit ihm vill go ; Dem gels so roundt und sdout ; Unt cfery poy got padly soldt Dot drum to cote ihm oudt I Dey many (limes vil] boint ihm oudt Vile valking mit der growdt, Unt zay, “ hot ist Herr Strauss'a sohn 1"â€" Das maclLL (127‘ vatcr bnmdt .' Mihel Straussâ€" “ Gone! I’ll bet you a suit of clothes that if ever he tackles The Colt, he’s gone I He ought to beat The Colt in a burst of speed, for he’s a regular old track horse ; but The Colt can beat any horse over a distance of ground that was ever foaled. I had a ride behind him once with the Dea- con, and he cut him loose alittle, ‘just because The Colt wanted it,> he said, and, blast my eyes, if it Wasn’t hotter than any railroao train I was ever on. And the rascal never wants to stop, either.” And the reply was: “ Well, if Aunt J erusha runs afoul of any of the sports in town, she will give them all the opportun- ity they want to beat The Colt. The Dea- con is as full of horse as an egg is full of meat, but the old lady can go him one better.” “ But if that horse of Jim Blane’s tackles him, fhe’s gong? _ “ And the Deacon likes it as well as The Colt. I tell you there’ll be fun out of this ride. Everybody in town will know that she’s in with The Colt, and that gang will be sure to go for her.” “Well, the old lady can take care of herself. She sold her filly Pearl for $500 to Squire Ribbons, just after she had refused $1000 for her, merely so the filly would have a chance to trot races on the track. No one can make her take a. back seat. I tell you she and the Deacon are a game old couple.” Aunt Jerusha drove to town. The Colt acted splendidly, whirling her along in grand style, until the old lady was fairly aglee with exhilaration. She knew that her appearance in town with The (Jolt would create something of a sensation. She drove up to the store, tied The Colt, spread over him a linen sheet, on which she had worked with her own hands the name Brotherâ€" signifying brother to Pearl. Before all this was done a crowd gathered about her, and scores of inquiries were addressed to her. “Is the Deacon ill 1’” She offered proper explanations, but finally got away from the crowd and entered the store. Just then there appeared on the street a fine-looking horse hitched to a skeleton wag- on. The whole turn-out was suggestive of speed. A man stepped out from the side- walk and addressed the driver : “ Deacon Spriggins’ wife is in town with the stallion. Now you loaf around here un- til the old lady starts for home, and then give her a. little brush. You can beat him easy enough, and it will turn the laugh on the Deacon.” “ \Vell, I’m not: so sure about that, for the horse is a genuine trotter. And, then, I don‘t like to tackle awoman, for the horse might get the better of her.” ‘v‘ '1th better of her? She is just as good a. driver as the Deacon; and the horse is kind, althouoh high strung. Go for her! I’ll give you §50 if you beat her. The Dea- con will never give you a chance, and here is an opportunity to see if the horse has as much speed as he is credited with.” “ All right ; that $50 settles it.” Little did the worthy dame suspect the horrible danger that was impending. Hor- rible it was, in truth for thc Deacon would rather have put a. good-sized mortgage on his farm than to have had his colt defeated. His strong feeling on this point the old lady of course, knew, but she did not know the many efforts that had been made to catch the Deacon napping ; but he was so thorough» ly alive to the situation, and The Colt was so ready of foot that there never was really a. contest, though several had attempted to chase him ; and out of it all he had attained a prodigious reputation. Aunt Jerusha leisurely untied The Colt, and as leisurely seated herself in the wagon. For the first time, she noticed the unusual number of people standing on the sidewalks, and all looking in one direction. “ What’s the matter ‘2” she asked. “ Nothing particular,” was the reply. “ They just happened like to be here.” “ What fine-T "Oking trotting horse is that coming down the street?” she asked. “ THat’s the Jim Blane’s horse,” said one. “ He‘s the best trotter that’s been in these partith years.” “ “71131; are you talking about ‘3” said another. “ Didn’t Squire Ribbons offer to match Pearl agin him for $1,000, if Deacon Spriggins would only let up on him on the bargain that he should never trot the filly another race 2’” “ \Vhy, I’d like to see that horse,” said Aunt Jerushzi. “ I’ll just drive up and take a. look at him." And gathering up the reins, she innovently drove up the street towards the object of her curiosity. “ Cam I believe my eyes?” cried a hy- stander. “ The driver of Jim Blane is just laying for the old lady, and she has walked right into the trap. \Vhen she turns to come back he will go for her and beat her right down this street.” Just then Squire Ribbons apl cared on the scene. “ Beat who? Where is Mrs. Spriggins ‘2” And looking up the street, Uncle Ike was struck with amazement}. “ Great heavens! is it possible?” (He saw the situation at a glance.) “I’d give $1,000 to be able to put her on her guard.” L“ Come on, Jerusha; come 0n ! Start him up 1 They’re going to try to bee iyou! Come 011 ! come on I” The worthy dame comprehended the situ» ation at once, A treinour ran through her frame; the benevolent smile on her face gave place to a hard, set expression ; and the crowd heard her, in a strong, eager voice, hid The (Jolt to “ go on I” The Colt, astonished at being so harshly spoken to, made a. running jump or two, dropped into a, trot, and was oil like EL \\'l1i1‘l\’\‘ill(l. Squire Ribbons gave a yell of delight. “l‘ive hundred dollars Jiin Blane don’t beat him 1 Five hundred dollars he never gets to his wheel I" roared Uncle Ike. The Colt opened a full length on his opâ€" ponent. \Vhen he made his first revolu- tion, and as they came opposite the crowd, those were their relative positions; but The Colt was going at his ease, while it was plainly to be seen that his opponent was on his tip-toes. He now made 9. break Aunt Jerusha was seen to stop and talk amoment or two with the driver of Jim Blane, and then she turned leisurely to drive home. The Colt was in the habit of starting 011' quite briskly with the Deacon, and he did so in this instance. The con- tending tl'ottel‘ was right at his wheel; the pace was quite good, but the fair driver of The (Jolt seemed to be entirely uncon- scious that a horse-race was impending. Squire Ribbons could stand it no longer. He rushed out into the middle of the street, frantically waved his arm, crying s0 loudly that it was plainly heard not only by the addressed, but by the entire crowd of eager spectators. Aunt Jerusha was equal to the occasion. She never lost her head even for a moment. The Colt no sooner heard the slap of the reins than he shot away from his running opponent as if he had stopped. Aunt Jerusha’s bonnet dropped upon her shoul- ders, and was only prevented from falling to the ground by the ribbons. In another mo- ment she was out of sight. Cheer after cheer went up from the admiring crowd, 1111- till they had shouted themselves horse. The driver of the defeated horse pulled up his trotter and jogged back to the crowd. “Jeruaha, let go of The Colt’s head; let go of him! Slap him on the back! Don’t let ’em beat you for the world. The Deacon would never forgive you. Slap him on the back ; slap him on the back 1” and ran up alongside of his opponent. Squire Ribbgns’ \joice_wa.s agaip lyeardfli _ “ I don’t wafit any more of him,” he “ He is a ghost. He was just playing me even before the old lady struck him the reins, and then I couldn’t run enough.” “ If you fellows are dying for a. horse-race, I’ll match my mare l’earl agin you for a thousand dollars a side,” roared Squire Rib- bons. “It was amezm, dirty trick to at- tempt to beat the Deacon’s horse in that way, and you are all a. set of ” “ A thousand dollars that I can beat Jim Blane with my mare, thirty days from to- day, right over this truck, best three in five, to harness. This offer to be open for a week, and my money’s ready any time. I say it was a mean dirty trick, and you are all a set of 7) ‘2 But Ifeacon Spriggins won’t let you trot your mare," Snecred one of the crowd. “ Hold on, Squire,” said the owner of Jim Blane; “we’ll throw up the sponge. I’ll own that it was a. little mean, and I won’t match your mare for a cent. This was all fun, and I’ll stand treat for the whole crowd.” This rather pacified Squire Ribbons, but he did not go with the mass over to the ho- tel. “ I must drive over and see how the Deacon’s wife got home,” he muttered. “ All, What a game woman Jerusha is. Blast my eyes, if I could have handled The Colt better myself. The Deacon will be complete- ly upset when he hears of it. It was a. mean, dirty trick, and they are all aset of ” The Deacon saw his wife turn into the road that leads to the farm. The Colt was coming so fast that he muttered to himself: “ Why does she let him go so ‘2” He met her at the gate. The Colt was in a. dripping perspiration, and flecks of foam were on his shoulders, flanks and quarters, and water streamed from him. He whinnied when the Deacon took him by the head, commenced to raw, and then kick occasionally at the wagon. The Deacon’s second wondering glance showed him the pale face of his wife, and as he lifted her from the wagon he Ielt her form tremble in his arms, but he said nothing to her. In another moment he was busily engaged unharnessing the horse, Who, as soon as freed from Wagon and harness, became as quiet as a. lamb. Then followed the Deacon over toward the well, where he was spongcd out, scraped, and rubbed up most artistically. By this time the wife reappeared from the house She had regained her composure. She walked over toward The Colt and gave him some sugar, which he most eagerly received. The Dea- con watched her, then said, inquiringly : “ Well ‘2” She told him of the occurrence in a very few words. He listened like one thunder- struck. “ When he ran his horse alongside of you‘,_'§'§1s The Colt going as well as he “ I say, Isaac, do you want that helfer that you were talking to me about some time ago ?” “ Yes, I’ll take her at $100.” “ Well, I’ll send her over to you to- morrow, and you can pay for her when I send the bill.” Which all understood to bunk} “ No. It was then Uncle Ike hollered to me to slap him with the reins, and I did it on the impulse of the moment.” “ Did The Colt ofier to make a break?” “ No. The only break he made was when Uncle Ike first called to me to ‘ come 011’ and I spoke too sharply to him. He merely jumped twice and settled down into an easy trot.” “ They say he is a. glmst, and they’ll have no more uf him; and you’ll no longer be bothered about his speed, for they’ve all seen enough.’’ V“ Well, if The (Jolt would have let him go by it would have been the first time in his life that he ever let any thing pass him ! He will moo with dogs, birds, any- thing in fact that comes anywhere near him. Ho, ho, ho ! he, he, he I” laughed the Deacon, until his broad face was crim- son. \Vhen he regained his composure he turned to Squire Ribbons, asking very earnestly, as he slapped the table with his hand : “VVlmt do they say about The Colt 9201/; f” “ Ybu shouldn’t have slapped him with the reins,” said the Deacon, reprovingly. “ Di}! he Pull_ you ” 0, no ; he didn’t mind it at all.” The Deacon moved over toward his spouse, lovingly put his arm about her, and kissed her ; hesitated a moment, and then said to her : V The matron’s face was aglow with the light of love; and the Deacon noticed it. “ You look now, Jcrnsha, as you used to when I came to your father’s house to see you.” “ But what' will the neighbors say about me ‘3” replied the wife. “ \Vhat care I What they say ? I try to do my duty in the community as a man, and am not to be held accountable by every ne’er-do-wcel. 3111; I see Uncle Ike coming up the road; you had better get Supper ready, Jerusha,” The three sat at the tea-table. After a while Uncle Ike entered into explanations. “ Jcrushu wasn’t to blame at all in this matter, Deacon. Had I not told her to ‘ go on’ the horse would have simply jogged by her, and there would have been no race.” “ No; for I let him go. I tried two or three times to stop him, but it only made him furious.” “He didn’t seem to be distressed, did “ I would rather every building on this farm would burn to the ground than to have had The Colt beaten. It is a wicked thought, I know ; but I can’t help it. You did well, Jerusha. You shall have tha. gown we were talking about the next time I go to town.” “ Could he trot at all as fast as The Colt?” 9n said. with with fast “ Do you know What I’d do, Isaac, if they had beaten The Colt by any such shabby work? I’d let you take him and you could do what you please with him.” “Deacon Spriggins!” exclaimed Aunt Jerusha, half rismg from her chair. “ I would fight the devil with his own fire !” said the Deacon, bringing his clench- ed fist down upon the table until the dishes danced a. cotillion. “ I am a man and can act no other part than that of a man. If they smite me or mine on one cheek I shall not turn the other to them to receive a. blow. I forgive my enemies when they right the wrong they have done me, and not before.” mean that the heifer which the Deacon had refussd to sell was to be a present to Uncle Ike. “ You and Jerusha did well.” And the Deacon had another laughing spell almost to the verge of sufl‘bcation. Then his manner changed,- nnd a. severe, aye, almost a fierce look of determination came over his features. Sqfiire Ribbons was on his feet in an in- stant, stretched his arm across the table and grqsged the Deacm} by the hand. “ Let me have him, Deacon, and Jack Spratt and I will win you $25,000 and break every mother’s son of a gun of ’em that lays a dollar against him ! He can beat any horse, any way rigged, and any distance. I’ll give you Pearl and $10,000 merely for the use of him, and you may give the $10,- 000 to the church if you like. Let me teach ’cm a lesson J” It was a striking tableau. The three were on their feet. Aunt Jerusha leaned forâ€" ward, with whitened face, eager eyes, and trembling lips, with hands uplifted im- ploringly. Squire Ribbons and the Deacon were hand in hand, and almost shoulder to shoulder, across the table. The Squire’s face was ablaze with indignation and worldly fire. Every feature was declara- tive of fight. The worthy Deacon was a, sight to behold. He was struggling for mastery over himself. Those very quali- ties which made him so Valuable a. man in that community â€"-honesty, perseverance, determination to advance, a hard worker, literally earning his money by the sweat of his brow, with a hearty detestation of everything that was low and trickyâ€"now arose in rebellion against the great injus- tice that had so nearly been put upon him. He was a great worker in both Church and State, and his perception of right and wrong was sensitive and fine. He really loved his horse, and that he should not be allowed a quiet enjoyment of that which seemed to him to be a necessity in his life, appeared to him a monstrous wrong. And when he was pushed to the verge of dis- traction, as now, his great nature asserted itself. ' “ You must not talk that way to me, Isaac ; I have too frequently to wrestle with myself in my great love for The Colt, and you must not tempt me out of my line of duty.” Aunt J erusha. rejoined : “ You’ve always done your duty, Deacon, in this commu- nity ; and if people are not satisfied, why let them be dissatisfie ’. If they had beaten The Colt today, church or no church, if he were mine, Uncle Ike should have him. And I can tell you, Deacon Spl'iggins, that Uncle Ike is our best friend, if even he is a heathen. And, I say, it they now don’t stop bothering us, let Uncle Ike have him. It will do The Colt good 1’ _And_ Uncle Ike,_in telling J ack Sprett about it, said : “ The Deacon aches in his heart to do it, but he daren’t.” And Spratt replied, with a sigh, “ O, deer ! what a. game we could then play.” A few days afterwards a very mysterious package was brought home from town by the Deacon. He had obtained it at the ex- press office. It was addressed to Mrs. Spriggins. On being unpacked there was exposed to view an elegant silver service. The enclosed note explained it all : New YORK, M ay 20. DEAR SPRIGGIXS :~~I have heard of your last great exploit. The first one was when you let Uncle Ike have Pearl, and then brought (‘2) the Deacon to see the race. PETROLEUM IN EGYPT.#At J cmash, in Egypt, in boring for petroleum, ozokerite, 01‘ solid petroleum, has been found at a depth of 365 feet, and 15 feet lower a close grained com) has been struck. At another boring slight traces of gas and oil have also been found. A NEW TANNING SUIESTAN(EIC.Â¥1\ new ex tract of coal is being introduced in Ger- many for industrial purposes, especially for tanning leather and disinfection generally, to which the name “ pyrofuxin ” is given by tho. discoverer, Professor qullus Reinsch, of Erlangen, Bavaria, Unlike the generality of such compounds, this new material is not a derivative of coal tar, or of any of the dis- tillates of coal, but is obtained directly from coal itself. “ I’d rather go up there than any place on earth ; and it just; does me five hundred (101‘ lars yortfi 9f gogd e_v_e1'y_ time I g9 ther_e.”_ You didvjust right in this last affair. My philosophy is, that when a man is determin- ed to beat me, I had' better strike the first blow. Beat all those who try to beat you. Our set down here are just wild over your victory. I send the accompanying silver service as {L present to you. You richly de- serve it. I shall be up in a few days to talk over the matter with you and the Deacon. “ Yes,” thofighb his listener f“ no doubt he has talked Deacon Spriggins out of another good colt for a. mere song.” The tempest had passed. He shook his head__1n0urnfully. “ \Vhy, my dear Mrs. Spriggins,” laugh- ingly replied Spratt, “ I have made money enough out of the descendants of Dolly Spriggins to be able to afford to give you a gift like that every day in the year ; and if the Deacon were not so confoundedly stuck- up with false pride, I’d do something hand- some for him ; but he won’t have anybody’s money but his own. In this respect there's a wonderful sight of (lifTerence between us. It was a fortunate day for me when I tried to buy Dolly Spriggins and then her filly, Pearl, and it has led to the happiest results.” It is needless to say that, when Jack Spratt goes up into the country, as he freâ€" quently does, to get away from business cares and perplexities, he has assigned to him the best room in the Spriggins mansion, and the most assiduous attention from the hostess. And Jack would say, on his re- turn to the city, in reply to the many in- quiries as to where he had been: “’hen the donor made his appearance, Aunt Jerusha, mildly remonstmted with him for sending her _st_1ch an e-legfmyprpsen‘t. Your friend, J ACK SI'RATT. “ Yes,” said the Surgeon, in answer to a question put to him by a New York repor» ter the other day, “ I am a l’arsee, and I retain the faith my ancestors brought to India many hundred years ago. But we do not worship fire. It is to us a symbol ; what a cross is to a Christian. The principal idea of our religion is the worship of the one. God. \Ve pray before the sun, but so we. do before any of God’s great worksâ€"a high mountain, water or anything luminous which to us suggests the Deity, say a flood of light entering at the window. There are about forty or fifty thousand Parsees in India. The entire trade of India has been created by them. They enjoy perfect free- dom since the British conquest. Before that time they were persecuted by the Hinâ€" doos. There are about ten thousand 1’ar-~ sees in Persia. Like the Mussulnians, we object to having persons of other creeds vis-~ it our places of worship. AROUND run WORLD. “ I was with my regiment in Burmah,” continued the Surgeon, “until the storm~ ing of Mandalay. Then I succumbed to fe- ver and came away on sick leave for a year. That was five months ago. I resolved to go around the world, not in ‘ eighty days,’ but comfortably. I visited (‘hina and Japan. \Vitli the latter country I was charmed. The country is a succession of pretty pic- tures. The people are highly cultured and refined. In this country there is much to surprise and interest the traveller. I con- tinue my journey from here to England and. shall return home by the Suez Canal and the Red Sea. Tour Around the World ofal’ursec Army, Surgeon. A little dark man with short black mousâ€" tache and beard and heady black eyes, is Surgeon K. H. Comma, of the East Indian Medical Service. His regiment; is the Ninth Madras infantry. Surgeon Comma, is. a native East Indian, 3. ’zu‘see, or, as they are commonly called, a “ fire worshipper.” DACOIT ROBBERS’ STRATEGY. “When I left Burmah the Dacoits were giving us a lot of trouble. It is a mistake to call them rebels ; the} are simply robbers and have no organization or political signifi~ cance. \Ve expected to push matters to a. close as soon as the rainy season came to an end. Our tr oops will soon bring them to terms. I see five new regiments have been ordered therei Dacoits are not plucky" They can only make a. stand behind stock- ades. Of cavalry they are mortally afraid. One Madras mounted regiment achieved. Wonders against them. The Dacoits have excellent scouts, or rather spies, for no one. could tell them from the ordinary peaceable- Burmah in appearance. After the ground. has been reconoitered a small party will ads vance, and, after a volley or two, run away; The infantry cannot run them to earth, but the cavalry sometimes does. The Dacoits are armed with \Vinchester repeating rifles ; heaven only knows how they got them. BUTTE, M. T., March ].*”>A[\S reports from (lilferent ranges come in it is found that the weather this season has been more severe than even reported. rl‘he loss of life will probably reach twentystive persons. The cattle loss is estinmted at from 50 to 75 per cent. The banks of Helena will be sufferers to the amount of $1,200,000, loaned and advanced to catilemen. The loss in sheep is likewise heavy. Hay Brothers, at Geyser Springs, lost a flock of 40,000 sheep in one storm. The sheep, getting astray from the harder in the blizzard, become all scattered, and ten days afterward they were found frozen to death. A rancher named l’eterâ€" son, on Maple Creek, in the Sun River country, had his herder take 3,000 sheep out in the morning. A heavy storm coming the animals began to stampede. He stayed with then) for fortyeight hours, when a re- lief party found him almost dead and only a few hundred sheep left. The man had to have his. fingers and toes amputated. Seve» ral lives were lost in the (Item- l)alene (loun- try. Reports from Fort Benton show a der plorable state of affairs. Coal is $50 per ton, coal oil $5 for a threeâ€"gallon can, flour is $10 per sack, potatoes cannot be had, green-cut poles sell readily at $12 to $15. The Crow Indians say there has not been such a. winter for thirty years as the present one. “ They have had no foreign leiders with the exception of two Italians. Whose duty was to sink steamers so as to block our pas- sage up the river. This they partially sue-- ceeded in doing : but they left a gap through which our whole fleet afterward passed. The work was incomplete; but if we had delayed forty-eight hours longer the 0b. struction would have been complete.” Surgeon Comma. says that the native East; Indians are “loyal to the core.” They showed it in the last quarrel with Russia, when all the native princes came forward with ofiers of men and money. Even in the- terrible days of the mutiny the Sikhs, the- “ Highlanders of India,” remained true, and the little (lhoorkas were as stzmch as steel. The only Indians to-day who could not absolutely be depended on were the Mahmttas. EDUCATIONAL AND MILITARY. “Our l’arsee children,” Surgeon Comma. went on, “ have to learn three languages in the pr Inary schools of Bombay and Madras â€"-Persian, English and the Zend, or sacral language, in addition to the Gujarathi, the dialect of India, which they first learn to lisp. Persian is the court language with many of the native princes. The Persian poet Firdousi, in the ‘ Shah Nami,7 0r ‘ Book of Kings,’ hands down the traditions of our ancient race and dynasty. “ I myself was 9:111chth at the University of Bombay. Besides the usual course we were obliged to learn Hmdosmnee, Lhegreat Mohammedan language of India. M udicine I studied in London. \Vhen asked whether it Were true that natives sometimes reached the mnk of cap. min in the East Indian regiments the Sur- geon said :#“ No. The reason such an im- pression gets abroad is thisâ€"the men in 118;" tivc regiments corresponding to noncomâ€" missioned ofiieels in English regiments are subbadar (sergeant), jummmlar (corporal) and hanildar (lance corporal). These men perform the duties of non eonnnissioned offi- cers but hold a. species of UOlllll’llSSlOI). The title ‘suhbadar’ means ‘eziptuin’ in Hindo- stanee; but the suhlnrdar is never called captain by l‘lnglish ellieers, nor would he be made welcome {Lt their mess. One-quarter of the Mudrasse (natiresef Madras) who fill the ranks of my regiment are native Christians, the remainder are Hinder) idola- tors (quite a different thing from Buddhism) and Mohammedans.” llulfllm Manhunt (mm- llvrds lost this .“i anon. A FIRE “'0RSIIIPI’ER. RUINED (JKT’I‘LEMEN.