Dry Clouds. —Two boys among the
blackberrry bushes, some mile or two out
of town, saw a cloud rising and heard a
sound like thunder. One, who was a lit
tle timid, said to other, “Come, Fred, let’s
go home —it thunders.” The other, not
wishing to return home so soon, denied that
it thundered at all. Directly the rumbling
noise was again borne on the freshening
breeze. What’s that, then?” inquired the
other. “Why, don’t you know what that
is ? If you don’t, I’ll tell you. You know
it has been dry weather for a long time.—*
What clouds there are floating about are
as dry as old sheepskins, and when the wind
blows it rattles theat.
js3T“Mifcc, can you account for the ex
traordinary curve in this home’s back !”•
“Sure, and I caty fir. You see, before
the baste was your property, she was back
ed agin an Irish horse, who bate he? hollow'
and she never got straight since.”
jggrUpwards of forty million gallons of
whiskey, six and a half million gallons ot
rum, and upwards of one and three-quarter
million barrels of ale, are annually manu
factured in this country, requiring the use
of fourteen million dollars’ worth of grain,
hops and apples..
