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* The wolf, the little woll,

Our own particular friend, however, is The son of the forest,

strictly limited to the lands above thé Steps from the forest, Out on the meadow,

thirty-first degree of northern latitude; Tears the young calf,

his cousins living beyond are rude, unTears the little foal

civilized barbarians. They increase in That is his labor.

size as they approach the tropics; and « The fox, the little fox,

eren Italy can already boast, if we may The son of the forest,

believe the well-known fresco on the Glides from the forest

white-washed inn of Bellinzona, of a Out to the frum-yard, Seizes the gosling,

race, four of whom are strong enough Murders the pullet

to carry away a stout Englishman bodiThat is his labor.

ly, in order to suck his blood at their

Farther south they boast of per“The dog, the little dog, The guardian of the house,

fect hosts, and the observing travellers Barks, and bites

who may have looked down the streets The heel of the robber,

of Rome or Naples on a hot day in July, Frightens the thieves, Drives away vagrants

when they glow and gleam in the steamThat is his labor.

ing heat, will have noticed, with mixed

feelings of wonder and terror, how the “The flea, the little flea,

very dust seems to be enlivened, and The thirsty, lusting flea, Drinks the sweet blood;

everywhere bold leaps of glistening At break of day,

grains of black announce the perpetual He wakes the maid-gervants

carnival held there by an excitable race. To milk the rich cowsThat is his labor.

As they come still nearer to the equa

tor, they not only grow to gigantic pro“The bee, the little bee,

portions, but are filled with true southThe child of the meadow, Hums in the heather,

ern passion. While the ordinary flea is Stingeth the fivger,

called only the Irritating in catalogues The ear, and the face,

of science, the chica of Surinam is justly Gives us sweet honeyThat is her labor.

named the Piercing. Her sword is al

most as long as her body, and yet she u Oh man, oh little man !

wields it only to provide a home for Look at the bee !

her diminutive children. Lurking in Do you sting like her

cotton plantations, in the hot sands, she The heart, the little heart?

prepares herself for the dread sacrifice, To the sore, wounded heart

by which alone she can hope to rear a That is thy labor."

fainily: espying a careless, barefooted Nor is this the only race of men who traveller, she pounces upon him, digs value his services and honorably place her weapons deep into his skin, and him by the side of the faithful dog and without stopping to enjoy the blood of the industrious bee; for it is well her victim, she gives birth to a number known that pious Hindoos believe him of young. But in giving life she deto hold the soul of great and good men, votes herself to death; her children feed and build him large hospitals, where he first upon her own substance, and then is nursed thrvughout life.

begin to attack the surrounding walls The interesting family of our little of flesh and blood. It is now only that gentleman has its distinct branches in the unlucky victim becomes aware of various parts of the globe, each with its the strange guests he has unwittingly peculiar characteristics. The friend of received ; and quickly a native woman our blood is, of course, found in all is called in, who, with dainty finger and zones and in all portions of the earth; a pointed needle, removes the intruders; for wherever man has penetrated, there then she puts some tobacco-ashes on his faithful companion has followed the wound, and it heals quickly," moro him, unmindful of climate and danger. quickly, often," says a quaint traveller,

Give then sweet comfort

" than the wound caused by the coal- his course of training and discipline, black eyes of the fair surgeon."

and although he knows full well that, Another cousin lives high up amid once entered, he is doomed to hard the eternal snows of Alpine regions, labor for life, he determines to make the and bears the name of the great natural- best of it, and to learn to do his duty. ist, not unknown in our country, who The hardest lesson seems to be to him, first discovered him in his researches- as to many among us, that what he Dessor. If the little gentleman of the thinks he can do better than others, is tropics is insatiable in his bloodthirsti- the very first thing he must learn to ness, his icy kinsman, on the contrary, forget. Nature has made him a leaper is the most abstemious of his race, for like no other on earth ; man binds him he lives where human life is impossible, to a chain, golden though it be, and and perhaps never tastes blood. The teaches him, like a child, to walk and invisible remains of organic substances, not to spring. Poor little fellow! Bewhich the waters of glaciers bring down hold him fastened to a bit of card-board, from mysterious sources, or receive at which works on a pin like a pivot; ho times through the agency of winds and gives a tremendous spring forward, but storms, are all the provision Nature all that he achieves is to advance in a makes for his support; and yet he circle, hampered and hurt, moreover, thrives on the frugal diet so well, that by the weight of the card. Like a wise all the crevices of the great blocks of man, he gives it up after a few frantic ice are black with the myriads there efforts; and soon he walks as steadily assembled. If his table is poorly pro- and as demurely as the old horse in the vided, he enjoys, on the other hand, the mill, who also once loved to kick up advantages of a powerful spring, which his heels in a fragrant meadow. А he alone boasts of among all his kin- short fortnight generally suffices to teach dred, and by means of which he sur- him this lesson, and then he is ready to passes in his leaps the greatest achieve- engage in other pursuits.

Some are ments of his less-favored relations.' put into harness to draw Queen Mab's Thus he lives, happy and contented, on gilt coach, and soon they learn to pull the very confines of animal life, where the heavy, lumbering structure at a dcadly cold prevents all other exist- pretty good pace: no garden-snail could

Often and often he is frozen up hope to overtake them. Their virtue in masses of ice, and careful observers is strength, for they are only four to have noticed that he may remain thus drag the weight along, and yet every frozen for a number of days, and still pane in the coach weighs more than revives under the influence of slowly- a hundred of the tiny black horses. returning warmth, to begin his merry Others are drilled into fair soldiers, life anew. Favored with an iron consti- and although the double-quick is apt tution, he endures with like philosophy to lead to an occasional pirouette or the intense heat of the summer-sun, re- entrechat, well known to the stage, but flected from the dazzling snow and ice, a horror in the eyes of the drill-serand thus proves once more the high geant, they march along pretty well, capacity and rare endowments of the. and would make no unfair Chasseurs nearest friend of man,

d'Afrique. Still others join the artilThat he has such talents he proves bylery. The bravest among them is his docility and the readiness with tightly secured to a tiny post before a which he submits to good training. tiny cannon, and to his foot is fastened The elephant, giant of brutes, is not the end of a feather tipped with demore willing to work nor more intelli- tonating powder. At the proper time gent in doing his duty than the dwarf the exhibitor presses this end, with his of dwarfs, the little gentleman in black. wand, upon the touch-hole of the canHe is no sooner found to be strong non, and off it goes with a sharp reenough to do service, than he begins port, which makes the lookers-on jump


a little. But nobody is more astonished at the performance than the tiny cannonier. He flourishes the burnt remains of his lintstock madly about in the air, his legs kick about violently, his little head, with the cunning eye, bobs furiously up and down, and altogether he is the very picture of alarm and excitement. No doubt he says to himself: “So much noise, and so little blood ?'

Thus the little gentleman in black proves his capacity for civilization, and sacrifices himself for the amusement of selfish, merciless men. Nature has evidently endowed him not only with deli

cate tastes—why else should he show such a decided preference for the daintiest blood, and make Ovid already warn the young girls of his age against this “bitter, hostile plague ? ” — but also with a mind superior to that of all other insects. In his reckless, restless life, his perfect freedom from restraint, and his merry warfare against none other but the very highest of all created beings, he presents himself as the one witty thing that Nature has done; and we hope that our readers, even if weary

small a subject, will at least not walk away with a flea iu their

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A copy of Eliot's translation of the Bible into the Indian language is now only a valuable literary juriosity. The title is “ Up Biblum God,” which means, The Book of God.

Holy old relic! how the years departed,

Shrouded in dark and painful memories, rise !
How many a tear has o'er these pages started,

How many a prayer ascended to the skies !
No human eye can glean its holy meaning,

Though practised long o'er ancient scrolls to range,
Or rend the veil its deep-sealed mysteries screening

'Neath unknown accents, dissonant and strange.
Up Biðlum God!The message of salvation

To the poor Indian's disappearing race ;
Bidding him hope, though men forget his nation,

In heaven his people have a name and place !
And though his tongue be evermore unspoken

Among the mountains where he loved to dwell,
Still let us trust by this sublime old token

Some souls in heaven might comprehend it well !
Up Biðlum God!” Full many a melting story

Didst thou unfold to the stern red-man's car;
Full many a truth of high celestial glory,

Out from this cumbrous dialect rose clear!

Up Biblum God !" And is thy work now ended ?

Not so-while thou canst move our holiest tears,
And rouse the soul where Love and Faith are blended

To spread thy Light in these millennial years !
O Death! 0 Time! O Change! are ye not ever

A triune wonderworker, stern and dread ?
Ye can blot nations out and tongues, but never

The Book of God, the soul's perennial Bread !


EARLY in the month of June, 1866, bles among great boulders. Mount near the termination of a dreary and Washington itself would scarcely fill trying winter's sojourn, the writer of one of these great valleys. this article stood in the heart of the The point at which I then stood was Sierra Nevada, on the route which about six thousand five hundred feet was soon to be traversed by that great above the level of the sea, or seven connecting chain of the two oceans—the hundred foet below the highest point Pacific Railroad. As yet there was no to be reached by the railroad. vestige of civilization observable, except To gain some idea of the magnitude of here and there a few cross-sticks nailed this but partially known mountain-range, rudely together, to mark the “Dutch let us return to the point from which I Flat wagon-road ;” not a stone was set out-a place where for four dismal, turned nor a tree hewn for the purpose lonely months I had taken up my habiof forwarding the great work. I had tation--and there take a most extended come to a balt, after some fifteen miles and thorough observation ; for in this of snow-shoe travel in a fierce, driving stronghold of Nature there is much to snow-storm. As I halted, the storm be seen, and it seems as though all ceased, and the sun came out warm, grandeur were here congregated. bright, and refreshing, while from the With this intention we will take our great deep valleys about me rolled out position on the ledge of rocks which the heavy clouds, revealing some of crowns Prospect Mountain-located in Nature's grandest handiwork, and open- latitude 39° 30' north, and about twenty ing out, as the misty curtain melted miles to the westward of the heart of away, some of that sublime scenery of the Sierra. our own land which can only be found We are now twelve miles from the in the far Western borders. After a nearest point of the railroad routedeal of surmising as to my precise locals which lies to the south of us—but still ity, I found myself close at the foot of have an extended view of the portion Red Mountain. Before me lay the which it traverses, our elevation being yawning valley, to which I had just nearly nine thousand feet above the seadescended, hemmed in on either side level. Looking southward, we see a by its thousands of feet of solid moun- grand conglomeration of small and great tain-wall, whose ragged sides frowned summits, whose bald tops tire the eye darkly upon the little brook which with their brilliant snowy whiteness. struggled its way among the rocks and To the left stands out boldly Donner snow at their feet. Peering up in the Peak, memorable in the history of these distance, their snowy tops shining in mountains as being the sad winterthe clear spring sunlight, stood, like home of those from whom it derives its two grand sentinels, Fremont's Peak name. At its foot rests one of the most and Castle Mountain, their steep sides beautiful of lakes, the shores of which mottled here and there with clumps of are now associated with a tragic tale, pine-trees, like black patches on their almost too horrible for belief. In the surface. Over ten thousand feet these winter of 1849, the Donner family, led two magnificent peaks urge their heads thither by the tempting reports of fabu. toward heaven; and here, in this very lous fortunes to be won by little labor, valley, might be placed our boasted encamped by the lake, and were there White Mountains of New England, and snow-bound by one of the fierce storms their presence would be as that of cob- which frequent the region.


In a country of which they knew hurries its onward way toward either nothing, with a scanty supply of food, and no means by which they might ob- A little more to the left we see Castle tain more, besides the prospect of a long Peak—which we have before noticed and tedious winter, their situation was -crowned by turreted rocks, which, far from encouraging, and the tempting viewed from the distance, resemble a fortune, in full view before them, turned ruined castle, with its towers, battleto a dreary, blauk uncertainty.

ments, and ivy-grown windows. There was no possibility of escape. Upon this mountain, in the autumn The soft snow lay many feet deep, and of 1861, a hardy mountaineer and trapwas many miles in extent between them per-Harry Hartley by name-built and their sunny land of promise. Day himself a cabin wherein to winter and by day they saw their stock diminish, follow his adventurous occupation. until at last there was nothing left; even Previous to Hartley's advent few, if the faithful beast, who had brought any, white men had set foot upon this them thus far on their journey, had desolate spot; indeed, there was little gone to sustain the lives of those who to attract them to such a cheerless remained. When hunger commenced place; but Hartley was of a solitary its fearful cravings, and the hope of disposition : years of self-sacrifice had relief had entirely faded out, the young- inured him to almost any deprivation. est child, by mutual consent of the From a counting-house in the Empire parents, was rudely torn from its moth- City he had hurried away in search of er's breast, and given up, a bloody, that greatest boon of human life-good horrible sacrifice to the fiendish hunger health ; and the object of his search of the survivors. Want drove them to had become swallowed up, but not lost, madness, and madness to desperation in his ambition as a path-breaker for Of the whole family-four in number, if civilization. There is a peculiar fasciI recollect rightly-only one came forth nation in pioneer-life. It enslaves some alive from that fatal encampment. One. men; not that they love it so well, but after another they fell victims to the because of the perfect freedom which it dread enemy, each time the stronger grants to them—a freedom which can overpowering the weaker, until the last be found in no other occupation. remaining one trod over the bones of To be a pioneer in the Sierra Nevada his own murdered family.

is no menial service, nor is it without For only a few weeks in midsummer attendance of professional dignity, for it is the lake free from ice. Then it is the calls into play all the nobler instincts sportsman's paradise; and Donner Lake of true manliness. With energy, and trout are counted among the delicacies patience, and confidence, the pioneer which the mountaineer's table affords, must be a man of nerve and decision, while the pretty California quail, pine- else his long and tedious labor will martens, and occasionally a shuffling prove fruitless. Almost all pioneers grizzly, resort to its banks to quench possess strongly-developed reasoning their thirst or bathe in its cool waters. powers; their mode of life renders logiIt will take first rank among the cal conclusions almost imperative, and grandest and most attractive spots in the care with which this faculty is exerthe world; stark, rugged mountains cised is particularly noticeable when unclose it and are reflected in its extra- they are journeying in rough, unknown ordinarily glassy surface, while the giant places. In small things as well as pines on its shores fringe it through the great they carefully study cause and long winter with unfading green. effect, where others would dash forward

To-day its natural beauties remain without a thought. undisturbed ; to-morrow its ages of soli- Hartley possessed these endowments tude will be broken by the echoing in a remarkable degree; and they ultihowl of the locomotive whistle, as it mately proved his success. Fifteen

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