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On the Spoor of the King of Beasts By Lord Delamere O get good sport in Somaliland the first thing is to get a good shikari. There are excellent men to be found with care and good luck, but a great many who are absolutely worthless. In addition to oth ers, i have always had one man. Ab dulla Ashur, as head shikari. Besides being an agreeable companion, he is far and away the best finder of game I have ever seen in the country. His pluck is undeniable, and the only difficulty I have had t^ith him is to prevent, him going where I did not care to go myself. This may sound exaggerated praise of a native, but among other things he grappled a lion which had knocked me down, being severely mauled before he got the brute o'ff, so that I natur ally entertain a very high opinion of him. Owing to his skill in tracking I have only lost one wounded lion out of many that were hit. and that was not his fault, as the blood Stopped al most directly and the ground was nothing but stones for miles. This speaks for itself, as .any one who has shot lions knows hew difficult it is to recover a wounded beast without dogs. I only once had the help of dogs after wounded lions. We were camped down in the Haud among the Eidegall villages under Sultan Deria. One day I went out to try to get some meat for the natives, accompanied by a war rior called Hassan and his pony. 1 had Just shot an oryx, and we were cutting it up, when the smallest So mali I have ever seen came running up to say he had just observed five lions asleep under a tree close by. This man belonged to the low-caste tribe of Midgans—people who do not live together in one tribe, btit are scattered all over Somaliland in differ ent villages, where they are chiefly engaged in killing antelope fox* meat, other Somalis, as a rule, thinking it below their dignity to do anything but go out occasionally on looting expedi tions. Midgans are armed with bows and poisoned arrows, and each of them carries a knife. Until quite lately no other Somali would use a bow, but now it is quite a common thing to meet a native belonging to another tribe who has discarded his spears for a bow and quiver of poisoned arrows. Shooting Lions with Poisoned Arrows. Lions are occasionally killed by Midgans, but the poison on the arrows cannot be very strong, as frequently, aTter being sick two or three times, the lion seems to recover and get away. Captain Swayne gives an ac count of the way in which these Mid gans hunt the oryx with their dogs. But to get on with my story. The little Midgan carried a bow nearly as long as himself, and 'w as followed by about a dozen small native dogs with curly sterns and prick ears. These little curs were wonderfully broken. The man trotted off in front of us, and when he got near the place where he had seen the lions he simply put out his hand, apd all the dogs lay down in a bunch and never attempted to follow on after us. Then we stalked carefully towards a big thorn tree ris ing above the bush. This w as where the lions were slid to be. The bush was very open, and when we came in sight of the tree the lions were Just decamping. There were four of them, n6t five—an old lioness and three Hons, perhaps not quite full grown, and with very Uttie mane. Hassan had followed close behind on his pony, so I shouted to him to try and keep his eye on the lioness, and ran on my self with Abdulla after one of the Hons. This one did not seem much inclined to run, and after a short burst I managed to get a bullet into him somewhere just as he disappeared into some thick bushes. At that moment.’■/e caught sight ol another lion trotting along parallel to us about 200 yards off. The wounded one was keeping up a continuous low growling in the bushes, so, thinking ne would not get far away, we ran tc cut off the other. He turned off when he caught sight of us, and we had a long, stern cbase after him, as a re suit of which I was so blown I could not hit him, although he was lobbing along not more than 100 yards ahead At last I did get a ballet into his flank. He at once turned, and, growl ing fiercely, came bounding a few yards towards us, as if trying to make up his mind to charge. Whether he would have done so or not 1 do not know, as my second barrel caught him on the point of the shoulder, bringing him on to his nose, and before he could recover himself I put in another bullet from my second rifle and fin ished him. It Is more than likely he would not have charged, as I have several times seen a lion make this kind of demon stration when slightly hit, more, I think, to try to frighten his assailant than anything else. A lion that really means charging up comes quite silent ly, galloping very fast along the ground like a dog. A Wounded Lion at Bay. While this was going on we could hear Hassan shouting in the distance, so now we ran off towards the sound. When we started the shouts seemed to be almost stationary, but as we ran they got further and further oft till at last we could hear nothing. We then turned to go back for the wound ed lion. As we got near the place where we had left him, we could hear a tremendous row going on, men shouting, dogs barking, and the unmis takable grunts of an angry lion. Run ning up. we found the Hon, with his shoulder broken, standing in a bush surrounded at a respectful distance by the little dogs. They kept up an incessant yapping, and every now and then the lion would make a drive at angry. She had run Into Home long grass, and had charged out towards his men, when they were going up to light it. He was very unwell with fever at the time, and although he ?\ad two or three shots, he was so shaky he could not hit her, and at last felt so ill he had to give her up. His shikari told me the lioness was very much heat from being badgered about in the sun and he was sure we could find her. I owed her one for frightening Hassan, so we started at once, Hassan not coming, but sending a relation of his on the same pony. After a short ride we got to the place and found the tracks going into a long strip of high feathery grass. We cast all around and could find no tracks coming out, so decided to burn the patch. It was about 200 yards long and perhaps 50 broad. I could not command the whole of it, so I told the men to light it at the top and along one side, and Abdulla and I took up our station halfway down the other side, about 30 yards out from the edge. At the bottom end I put the warrior on the pony to see if the lioness broke that way. Al most directly the grass was lit a big spotted hyena blundered out and came within a few yards of us, but the great part of the patch was burnt be fore there was any sign of the lioness. Then I caught sight of her slinking along through the thin grass at the edge of the strip going towards the bottom end. She did not see us, as we were rather behind her and stand ing quite still. When I shot she seemed to stumble ! give up the chase after 100 yards or so. This pony of Hassan's was about the best I ever saw in Somaliland. He would not put a price on' it, be- ! cause he said he could make quite a respectable Income by making looting expeditions on its back, as it was so fast nobody could catch it. Killing Camels to Save a Pony. A year after this I met Hassan again, and asked him how his pony was. He said it was very well, but that he had very nearly lost it a short time before. He had been down in the waterless plain on a looting ex pedition with some other Eidegalla warriors. After a successful raid they split up to avoid pursuit, and Hassan was on his way home driving some of the looted camels in front of him. It was a very dry year, and although it was the rainy season, he had been unable to find any water in pools to give his pony. The result was that having been ridden hard for two or three days with little or no water to drink, the pony got beat, and at last lay down, about 20 miles from the wells they were making for. No amount of stick would get it on its legs again, and Hassan was in de spair. He knew there were no vil lages at the wells where he could get vessels in which to carry water back to the pony, and it seemed as if noth ng could be done to save it. At last he thought of a plan. Driving the camels at top speed to the wells, he gave them as much water as they could drink, and hurried them back again. He found the pony where he WITH A SAVAGE SNARL HE CHARGED DIRECTLY AT THE THICKET WHERE I WAS CONCEALED. them, but they -were much too quick for him with his broken shoulder, and were at him again directly he re treated to the bush. The little Mid gan and one of my men were close by, yelling with excitement. As I walked up to try to get a shot with out hitting one of the pack, the lion took no more notice of the dogs, but kept his eyes fixed on me. I never saw a lion look nastier, but I suppose his broken shoulder had sickened him, and I shot him without difficulty. The Midgan, after calling his dogs, had run on after us, and had come on the wounded lion. We skinned this beast, and the little Midgan rather amused us, as he got so very much annoyed because his dogs would pot eat some great chunks of raw lion-flesh he cut off and offered them. We were on our way to skin the other lion when we met Hassan looking rather sorry for himself. He said that the lioness had trotted quite quietly at first, and he had brought her round In a circle towards the place where he had left us, riding alongside of her, and shout ing to let us know where he was. Unluckily she crossed the track of the wounded lion, and after smelling at the blood she became perfectly un manageable, making off at a gallop and charging him whenever he got in front to try to turn her. At last she had gone into the thick bush on some hills, where he had lost her. When we had skinned the other lion we made a cast to try to pick up the fourth, but could make nothing of him—I never got this lion, although he killed one of our donkeys the next day. Badgering an Angry Lioness. We had not been back In camp very long when my companion ca.me in, say ing he had run across a lioness in the hills, which he was sure was the one we had seen, as she was very forward, but recovering herself caught sight of the man on the pony, and before I could shoot again she was half way towards him, going like a Hash. He had not seen her when I shot, as she v;as hidden by the grass, and by tlje time he got his pony turned around and started she was close to him. He galloped straight away from me, and I dare not fire at the lioness for fear of hitting him. For nearly 200 yards it looked any money on the lioness. She got right L under the pony’s tail, but did not seem to know how to strike, and at length, to my great relief, the pony began to gain on her. She at once pulled up, and turned into a bush where she lay down stretched out at full length, panting. Running up, I shot her be fore she could prepare for another ef fort. My first bullet had gone through the muscles of the forearm just below the shoulder, and being solid had only drilled quite a small hole The na tives said that the reason she could not catch the pony was because a lion could not spring before a momentary halt to crouch. If this is so. a pony could always get away from a lion galloping straight behind it, unless the pony was such a bad one that the lion could come- alongside. On two or three occasions I have been chased myself in the open grass plain, but have always got a fair start, and nay pony has had no difficulty in keeping out of the lion's way. A pony boy of mine, was very nearly caught one day in the open. He was trying to round up a lion, and got rather too close to it on a tired pony. He only Just got away. This same lion afterwards chased me and two or three of my men for quite a long time. Unless a pony falls down, I am sure there is nothing to be feared from a lion in the open, if one gives him a pretty wide berth, so as to get a start when he charges. As a rule the lion will had left it, in a very bad way, but immediately proceeding to kill and cut open the camels, he took the water out of their stomachs and gave it to the pony, which revived sufficiently to struggle to the wells. After a few days' rest it completely recovered. Hass an added that he could very soon get fcome more camels, and that he would rather have cut the throats of a hundred than have lost his pony. This story shows a great deal of re source in a native, but the life a So mali leads makes him wonderfully quick at finding a way out of a fix of this kind. It was very lucky, the pony was not killed by lions or hyenas while Hassan was away. Just before Hassan’s pony was near ly caught by the lioness we had a pony killed by lions, the man on his back escaping rather cleverly. At that time we had two separate camps, six or seven miles apart, each of them on the edge of the Marar Prairie, on a ban or open grass plain many miles in ex tent. This was the best place for lions It has ever been my luck to come across. Hardly a day passed that lions were not seen by one or the other of u», very often right out in the open, miles from any bush. It was cool, cloudy weather while we were there, and the lions seemed to - do most of their hunting in the daytime. There were so many, and they were so bold, that the Somalis were quite nervous about walking through the bush in the daytime. Between us we shot 24 lions in this place in a little over a fortnight. Besides lions there was more game than I have ever seen any where else. Large herds of hart beeste, oryx, and Sommering's gazelle were to be seen feeding in every direc tion. Besides this, in the open there were a good many ostriches and a few hunting cheetahs. In the bush at the back of our camps were Waller’s ga zelles, leopards, warthog, and innu merable dikdik and birds. In the rocky bills I saw several klip-spring ers. One morning my companion was roused by his natives, who told him that three lions were just crossing a strip of open ground within 100 yards of his camp. Before lie was ready, two or three of the men jumped on ponies and galloped after the lions— three very fine males with manes— which were by that time making off. The natives meant to try and keep them engaged till the hunter had time to get his rifle and cartridges and catch them up. The lions were galloping among scattered mimoBa scrub, making for the thick bush be yond, and with an object in view a lion can get along at a very fair pace in the cool of the morning. One of the men got a start of the others and was rapidly overhauling the lions, when he lost sight of them for a mo ment. He galloped up to the bush where be had last seen them, and as he rounded it, one lion came at him from behind and the other two from the front. They had got sick of run ning and had waited for him. The na tive did a very clever thing. There was no chance of getting away by galloping, as he was regularly hemmed in, so, half checking the pony, he put his heel on its wither, and jumped right into the middle- of a mimosa bush. Almost as he jumped the lions knocked the pony over, and when my companion came up he found them eating it, taking no notice of the dismounted men close by. The first shot hit one, and while he was following it up the other two gave his men the slip. These two lions were decidedly out of luck, as I got them the same night Approaching Big Game in Jungle. That morning a lioness killed a heifer close to my camp. I had al ready seen her tracks several times, but they had always led us on to some stony hills where we had lost them. This time the same thing happened again, so, thinking she would probably come back that night to finish the heifer, we decided to sit up for her. We therefore made an enclosure of thorns under a mimosa tush near by. The hat top of the bush came down to meet the thorns built up all around and one could hardly tell the whole thing was not a bush. In the front there was a hole to shoot through, and at the back we left an opening so that we could (nr.1.1^ A 4’tr.w. +1x3.-. —. * - 1 back to camp, and In the evening after dinner went off again, taking my bed ding on a donkey. This donkey was also to serve as a bait, for the natives had cut up and taken away the heifer. We tied the donkey by one foreleg, almost touching the fence of our zereba, and after shoving in my bed ding, crawled in through the opening at the back. Two men who had come with us crammed this hole up with thorns, and then went away, talking loudly to make the lioness think that all was safe if she were anywhere near. After looking about for some time I made out the lioness slinking along behind our bush. She would not come up to the donkey, but lay down some way off under a bush. There was no bole on that side, so I could not shoot with any certainty; and at last, need ing sleep, I lay down, telling Abdulla to keep his eye on the lioness, and wake me if there was any chance of a shot. I had not slept long when he touched me, at the same time putting his hand over my mouth to prevent me calling out on being suddenly awoke. I got up on my knees, looking out of the hole, but for a moment I could not make out anything. It was a lovely night, but even by the brightest moonlight a lion is not a very easy thing to see. There was an open glade in front of the donkey, and, at last, standing out in the open. I saw two lions. They seemed as if they could not make out why the donkey did not run away, and stood quite still looking at him. As I watched they suddenly started, and came racing towards us side by side like two enormous dogs. When the lions got up to the donkey they did not seem to stop their rush, but donkey and lions all went down with a crash together. How they actually knocked Wlm over I did not see, as at that moment I drew back my head involuntarily, because, although we were absolutely safe inside a mass of mimosa thorns, the whole thing felt unpleasantly close. When I looked out again I could easily have touched one of the lions, which was standing with its forepaws on the donkey and its hind quarters within a few inches of our fence. The other lion was standing on the far side looking me straight in the face; hut I am sure he could not see me, as the moon was right in his eyes, making them shine as if they were alight. I could only see his head, as the other lion’s body was in the way, so I determined to give the one nearest me a shot. There was very little of him to be seen ex cept his hind quarters, but he was so close I was sure the bullet would drive right through him. Quick Shooting in a Crisis. As the rifle came up to my shoulder it touched a branch, which seemed to make a crack like a pistol shot, and the lion turned half round to see what it was. At the same moment I fired, and he fell, rolling over and over against the fence, and roaring loudly. Thinking that in his struggles he might carry away some of onr zereba, I gave him two more shots to finish him. As 1 shot the second time, the other lion, which had run back a few yards, came and stood close to the donkey, looking straight towards us. I pulled at his chest directly I was loaded. He plunged forward, hitting the corner of our zereba, then swerved off, and we heard him crash into a bush, where we found him stone dead in the morning. The bullet had gone through his heart. These two lions were very fine specimens. One had a thick, almost jet black mane, the other had a lighter mane, but for a wild lion very thick. There is no doubt these were the lions seen the day before, as the next day, riding over to visit the other camp, I followed their back trail to within a mile of the spot. Shortly before this I shot three times at a lion which was sating my donkey. The night was as dark as pitch. The lion took very little notice of the two first shots, although one of them hit the donkey in the ribs. The third shot was a very lucky one. The bullet hit the donkey in the stomach, and, going through, caught the lion at the junction of the neck with the chest, killing him on the spot. One would think that a 577 rifle blazed tn his face at about five yards would frighten any lion. This one had killed and eaten a sheep the night before, taking it from the same village where I sat up for him. The two foregoing stories would seem to show that a large percentage of the lions killed in Somaliland are shot at night over a bait. This is not really so, as it is quite a chance if a lion passes the place where you have a donkey tied up. Night shooting, to my mind, is a thing to be avoided, ex cept now and then as an experience. It generally means a very disturbed night, especially if there are any hyenas about, and in the morning you are not fit for a hard day’s work. Oc casionally by bright moonlight it is very interesting, but if circumstances admit of lions being killed by day, it is rather like shooting a boar in a fine pig-sticking country to kill a lion over a bait at night. Sometimes it is the only chance you have of getting a lion, either because you are moving camp next day, or because the country is unsuitable for tracking. Under the circumstances you are bound to try it. 1 have never myself shot more than two lions in one night, but a man whom I met in the country showed me the skins of four he had shot when sitting up over tne dead body of an elephant. It was very dark or he might have got any number, as he told me he was shooting most of the night, and that in the morning there were tracks of many lions all round the car cass. I have once or twice sat up over a dead animal. This way of getting liona, is only likely to be successful when there are many hyenas about, as they make such a noise that they will at tract any lion that may come past within a reasonable distance. By permission of Ixmgmans, Green it Co., New York. (Copyright. 1909. by Benj. B. Hampton.) RUDE SHOCK FOR THE GIRLS Japanese Could Not Understand Their Desire for Privacy While in the Bath. An interesting article in the Wide World Magazine is entitled "Two Girls in Japan,” by Irene Lyon. Here is Miss Lyon’s account: The bath itself—which looked like a large box—was a wooden structure built into a corner, and all round the inside ran a convenient ledge for sit ting on. The water being little short of boiling, our movements were de cidedly cautious, and, curling ourselves «p on the ledge, we tried to grow ac customed to the temperature by de grees before plunging right in. When, thinking to remove the traces of our journey by a vigorous application of soap, we began to scrub ourselves, it suddenly occurred to us that such a proceeding was not “etiquette,” out of consideration to the other bathers. So we stepped out, soaped ourselves well, and rinsed our bodies with the wooden ladles supplied for the pur pose, before getting back into the wa ter again. We were sitting on the ledge, chat ting peacefully, when a sudden premo nition of danger made me look up, and the spectacle which greeted my eyes caused me to utter one agonized gasp, and then sink rapidly out of sight. The pains we had taken to block up the gap at the entrance had all been in vain, for the various garments which we had used for the purpose lay scat tered on the floor, and the opening was occupied by a line of little heads, one above the other, w'hile ten gleaming eyes were interestedly fixed upon us! - Opposes Bleached Flour. The Lancet (London 1 agrees fully with the action of the bureau of chem istry of the department of agriculture in this country in ruling against the bleacfting of wheat flour. “The public," says the Lancet, “would be well ad vised to abandon the fallacious notion that the whiteness of bread Is a mark of quality. Or. the contrary, it nearly always means an insipid, unpalatable bread, and an attractive flavor is a fao tor of considerable importance in con nection with the digestibility of food. The destruction of the natural color of flour by bleaching agents synchronizes with the destruction of its attractive flavor. Such tampering with the ‘staff of life’ should be made illegal.” Horses May Be Insured. The Saxon government has sanc tioned a horse insurance. All horses, asses and their crossbreeds, over six months old, may now be insured. Artificial Silk Made in France. France has five great mills and a number of smaller ones at which arti ficial silk is made. There are three kinds of it. WAS ALL THE SAME TO HIM. Witness Evidently Meant to Tell the Truth and Was Not Afraid of the Rtsults. Michael Quinn, the bright page in superior court No. 2, who was recent ly elevated to the position of clerk of that court because he was competent, had a new duty to perform the other day. Dr. Hubbard, a Mooresvl’le Quaker, was asked to take the witness stand In a case being tried, and Clerk Quinn was asked to swear him in as a wit ness. Quinn began to rattle off the oath, when Dr. Hubbard stopped him, saying he would affirm. Although he jhad. never been asked to affirm a wit ness before, Quinn was not to be caught napping. He had studied the words to be repeated In alii ruling & witness, which are as follows: “I do solemnly affirm that I will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, under the pains and penalties of perjury.” Quinn repeated the words as If ho were an old hand at the business, but he made a slight mistake on the last word. This is what he said: “I do solemnly affirm that I will tell the truth and nothing but the truth, 1 under the pains and penalties of pur | gatory." The Quaker, wno was uuiuiuB -e — hand, nodded his head In afflrma^n Judge Leathers saw the attorney smil ing, and feeling that things were exactly right, called Quinn to him and asked him to repeat the words. “Mr. ■Witness.’' said Judge Leath^®j “you have affirmed that you will tell the truth ’under the pains and pe ties of purgatory.’ Have you any ob jection to that?” The Quake said he did not object, and the trial proceeded.—Indianapolis News. British Naval Estimates. The British naval estimates call for an expenditure of $175,713,500 during the next fiscal year. This is almost $40,000,000 more than the Unite States will spend and very nearly twice the sum that Germany will de vote to her establishment. Great Britain had 479 ships complete for sea >« a“*™eV,8,,’Z£>0 boats and 49 submarines) in March 1908, and the complement conslsted oi 99,679 officers and men and 18,3.1 ma rines.—New \ork Sun. Chinese Women Study Medicine. The Woman’s Medical school at Shanghai awarded diplomas to si* graduates lately. The school was founded a little more than three years ago by funds furnished by Li Ping Shu, president, of the Chinese town council. The principal of tie school is a Chinese woman who took an ad vanced educational course in both Canton and Hong-Kong. During the last year there were 31 students. Each jof the si* graduates read an essay, two of them in English. PRIMITIVE RAIL LOCOMOTIVE, First Engine Used on Narrow Gauge Line in Texas Built by Spaniards Still in Good Condition. Houston, Tex.—The narrow gauge railway which was built between Brownsville and Point Isabel, Tex , many years ago by a syndicate of Spaniards is said to have possessed more unique and picturesque features than any railway in this country up to the time it passed into American hands about five years ago and was modernized, both as to equipment and management. Under the old regime r Primitive Texas Locomotive. (his road was operated strictly ac cording to methods that prevailed in Spain. The equipment, including lo comotives, passenger coaches and freight cars, all came from Spain. The officers were Spaniards and all of the employes were either Spaniards or Mexicans. The accounts and books of the syndicate were kept in Spanish All corres[>ondence was conducted in Spanish, and in every respect the road was just as much a foreign enterpris* as though it was located in Spain itself. This Rio Grande railroad, as it was called, served for nearly forty years as Brownsville’s only railway outlet. All goods and supplies for tic town and surrounding territory came by water to Point Isabel and thence over the little railway to Brownsville for distribution. The first locomotive that was used on this railway is still in good condition and attracts much attention among visitors to Browns ville. It is a crude type of the early S day equipment which was used by the road. This primitive locomotive con tinued to do good service on this lin— —< for many years after the more modern type of propelling power had been in vented and brought into general use elsewhere. GIVES TAFT HIS DAILY SHAVE Monico Lopez Lara, Filipino Valet of President, New Barber of the White House. Washington.—There is a new barber at the White House—Monico l.oy- /. I.ara. the bright, young Filipino who. as Mr. Taft’s valet, now lives within the wails of the executive mansion. I I Monico Lopez Lara. Monico was a mere lad when he first carue under the attention of Mr. Taft, then president of the Philippine com mission. Mr. Taft liked the boy and made liiin his valet. The lad was loyal and learned quickly, and it would al most have broken his heart had he been left behind in the Orient when the big Ohioan came to Washington to be sworn in as secretary of war. So Mr. Taft brought Monico along with him, and from then until the Taft house was closed on K street, after the nomination at Chicago last year, Mon ico. who had grown up To he a young man. continued to serve Mr. Taft as valet. During the campaign Monico. who with Maj. Brooks. had charge of the packing and storage of the Taft fur niture, stayed in Cincinnati. Since the election Monico has been with Mr. Taft much of the time as his valet and accompanied him in that capacity to Panama. Ab valet, Monico will con tinue to be Mr. Taft's barber, taking the place of “Billy” Dulany, the light colored negro who had been Roose velt's White House barber. Dulany now leaves the White House to be an accountant in the office of the auditor for the navy on the rolls of the treasury department. CLASSICS RETOLU. A recent examination held hjr the department of regents of the state of New York has brought forth the fol lowing composition on the poem “Evangeline,” which is taken verbatim from the answer papers of students: Evangeline—Gabriel was Evangel ine’s feller. Evangeline was always chasing after him. When she got left behind on the shores of Arcadie she begun chasing as soon as she could. She chased him over mountains and valleys, but she never got catched up with him. At last when she was thin and old, she found him laying in a poor house with a fever. She just had a minute's time before he died to lie his- head on her bosom and say: j “Good-by, Gabriel, I done my best."— Lippincott’s. His Reward. N “I wonder what they will do about the reward for that diamond necklace of Bitigleton’s?” said Dawson. “He offered a thousand dollars for the ar rest of the thief, and the fellow was arrested the other night by one of the v police dogs.” “There will be no trou- V ble about that,” said the Genial Idiot. * “They’ll give the dog a thousand bones.”—Harper's Weekly.