I  did  not  see  my  brother  at  first,  but  after  a  while  he  disengaged  himself
from  a  rail  fence  and  came  where  I  was  hanging,  wrong  end  up,  with  my  per-
sonal effects  spilling  out  of  my  pock-
ets. I  told  him  that  as  soon  as  the  wind
kind  of  softened  down,  I  wished  he
would  go  and  pick  the  horse.  He  did
60,  and  at  midnight  a  party  of  friends
carried  me  into  town  on  a  stretcher.  It
was  quite  an  ovation.  To  think  of  a
torchlight  procession  coming  way  out
there  into  the  woods  at  midnight,  and
carrying  me  into  town  on  their  should-
ers in  triumph!  And  yet  I  was  once
only  a  poor  boy!

It  shows  what  may  be  accomplished
by  anyone  if  he  will  persevere  and  in-
sist on  living  a  different  life.
The  cyclone  is  a  natural  phenomenon,
enjoying  the  most  robust  health.  It
may  be  a  pleasure  for  a  man  with  great
will  power  and  an  iron  constitution  to  study  more  carefully  into  the  habits  of
the  cyclone,  but  as  far  as  I  am  concerned,  individually,  I  could  worry  along
some  way  if  we  didn't  have  a  phenomenon  in  the  house  from  one  year's  end
to  another.
As  I  sit  here,  with  my  leg  in  a  silicate  of  soda  corset,  and  watch  the  merry
throng  promenading  down  the  street,  or  mingling  in  the  giddy  torchlight  pro-
cession, I  cannot  repress  a  feeling  toward  a  cyclone  that  almost  amounts  to
disgust.
WAITING  TO  BE  PICKED.
HE  Arabian  language  belongs  to  what  is  called  the  Semitic  or  Shemitic


t^    family  of  languages,  and,  when  written,  presents  the  appearance  of  a
I     general  riot  among  the  tadpoles  and  wrigglers  of  the  United  States.
