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"No fear, uncle. I will be careful as a lady's | heaven's sake desist. Don't destroy so, in one

tweezers."

"I s'ant lift de heavy pox," growled old Yorpy, "till de wort pe given; no fear o' dat.”

"Oh boy," said my uncle now, upturning his face devotionally, while a really noble gleam irradiated his gray eyes, locks, and wrinkles; "oh boy this, this is the hour which for ten long years has, in the prospect, sustained me through all my pains-taking obscurity. Fame will be the sweeter because it comes at the last; the truer, because it comes to an old man like me, not to a boy like you. Sustainer! I glorify Thee."

He bowed over his venerable head, and-as I

frantic moment, all your long calm years of devotion to one darling scheme. Hold, I conjure!”

Moved by my vehement voice and uncontrollable tears, he paused in his work of destruction, and stood steadfastly eying me, or rather blankly staring at me, like one demented.

"It is not yet wholly ruined, dear uncle; come put it together now. You have hammer and wrench; put it together again, and try it once more. While there is life there is hope."

"While there is life hereafter there is despair," he howled.

"Do, do now, dear uncle-here, here, put these

live-something like a shower-drop somehow fell | pieces together; or, if that can't be done with

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With great difficulty we tipped just a leetle, mysteriously involved them together, and then, very leetle more.

All this time my uncle was diligently stooping over, and striving to peep in, up, and under the box where the coiled anacondas and adders lay; but the machine being now fairly immersed, the attempt was wholly vain.

He rose erect, and waded slowly all round the box; his countenance firm and reliant, but not a little troubled and vexed.

It was plain something or other was going wrong. But as I was left in utter ignorance as to the mystery of the contrivance, I could not tell where the difficulty lay, or what was the proper remedy.

Once more, still more slowly, still more vexedly, my uncle waded round the box, the dissatisfaction gradually deepening, but still controlled, and still with hope at the bottom of it.

Nothing could be more sure than that some anticipated effect had, as yet, failed to develop itself. Certain I was, too, that the water-line did not lower about my legs.

"Tip it a leetle bit-very lectle now." "Dear uncle, it is tipped already as far as it can be. Don't you see it rests now square on its bottom?"

"You, Yorpy, take your black hoof from under the box!"

This gust of passion on the part of my uncle made the matter seem still more dubious and dark. It was a bad symptom, I thought.

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Surely you can tip it just a lecetle more!" "Not a hair, uncle."

"" Blast and blister the cursed box then!" roared my uncle, in a terrific voice, sudden as a squall. Running at the box, he dashed his bare foot into it, and with astonishing power all but crushed in the side. Then seizing the whole box, he disemboweled it of all its anacondas and adders, and, tearing and wrenching them, flung them right and left over the water.

"Hold, hold, my dear, dear uncle !-do for

clearing out the box, slowly inserted them there, and ranging Yorpy and me as before, bade us tip the box once again.

We did so; and as no perceptible effect yet followed, I was each moment looking for the previous command to tip the box over yet more, when, glancing into my uncle's face, I started aghast. It seemed pinched, shriveled into mouldy whiteness, like a mildewed grape. I dropped the box, and sprang toward him just in time to prevent his fall.

Leaving the woeful box where we had dropped it, Yorpy and I helped the old man into the skiff, and silently pulled from Quash Isle.

How swiftly the current now swept us down! How hardly before had we striven to stem it! I thought of my poor uncle's saying, not an hour gone by, about the universal drift of the mass of humanity toward utter oblivion.

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a good old man of me. It was horrible at first, | parts of India, it appears, numbers of children but I'm glad I've failed. Praise be to God for are daily murdered for the sake of these dangerthe failure?"

His face kindled with a strange, rapt earnestness. I have never forgotten that look. If the event made my uncle a good old man, as he called it, it made me a wise young one. Example did for me the work of experience.

When some years had gone by, and my dear old uncle began to fail, and, after peaceful days of autumnal content, was gathered gently to his fathers-faithful old Yorpy closing his eyes-as I took my last look at his venerable face, the pale | resigned lips seemed to move. I seemed to hear again his deep, fervent cry-" Praise be to God for the failure!"

WOLF NURSES IN INDIA.

ous ornaments.

The wolf, however, is sometimes kinder than man. In the neighborhood of Sultanpoor, and among the ravines that intersect the banks of the Goomtee river, this animal abounds; and our first instance of a "wolf nurse" occurs in that district. A trooper, passing along the river bank near Chandour, saw a large female wolf leave her den, followed by three whelps and a little boy. The boy went on all-fours, apparently on the best possible terms with his fierce companions, and the wolf protected him with as much care as if he had been one of her own whelps. All went down to the river and drank, without noticing the trooper, who, as they were about to turn back, pushed on in order to cut off and secure

STORIES of wild animals that have acted the boy. But the ground was uneven, and his

the part of nurses toward infants accidental- horse could not overtake them. All re-entered ly or purposely exposed, are to be met with in the den; and the trooper then assembled some every part of the world, and among races of the people from Chandour, with pickaxes, who dug most widely distinct character. It was a favor- into the den for about six or eight feet, when the ite legendary origin for a great hero, the founder old wolf bolted, followed by her three cubs and of a nation or of an empire. The stag, the bear, the boy. The trooper, accompanied by the fleetthe dog, and many others figure in these tradi-est young men of the party, mounted and purtions; but, of all, the wolf is the most remark- sued; and having at last headed them, he turnable and the most frequently to be met with.ed the whelps and boy (who ran quite as fast) What truth there may be in the old story of back upon the men on foot. They secured the Romulus we shall not attempt to decide. Some boy and allowed the others to escape. reality, however, underlies the wildest fictions; The boy thus taken was apparently about nine and we have at this moment before us a very in- or ten years old, and had all the habits of a wild teresting account of observations made in North- animal. On his way to Chandour he struggled ern India, which may be worth the consideration hard to rush into every hole or den he passed. of some future Niebuhr or Arnold They were The sight of a grown-up person alarmed him, conducted by a distinguished Indian officer, who and he tried to steal away; but he rushed at a has possessed unusual opportunities for obtain- child with a fierce snarl, like that of a dog, and ing information from the wilder and less known tried to bite it. Cooked meat he would not eat, parts of the country. He has published a pam- but he seized raw food with eagerness, putting phlet, giving an account of his investigations. it on the ground under his hands, and devouring In the following notice we shall use this pam-it with evident pleasure. He growled angrily if phlet largely and without scruple, since it has scarcely attracted the notice its very curious subject deserves.

he was sent, by the Rajah's order, to Captain Nicholett's, at Sultanpoor; for although his parents are said to have recognized him when first captured, they abandoned him on finding that he displayed more of the wolf's than of human nature.

any one approached him while eating, but made no objection to a dog's coming near and sharing his food The trooper left him in charge of the The wolf in India is looked upon, as it former- Rajah of Husunpoor, who saw the boy immedily was in Northern Europe, as a sacred animal.ately after he was taken. Very soon afterward Almost all Hindoos have a superstitious dread of destroying or even of injuring it; and the village community within the boundary of whose lands a drop of wolf's blood has fallen, believes itself doomed to destruction. The natural consequence is, that in the districts least frequented by Europeans, these animals are very numerous He lived in the charge of Captain Nicholett's and destructive, and great numbers of children servants nearly three years; very inoffensive, are constantly carried off by them. Only one except when teased, but still a complete animal. class of the population, the very lowest, leading He could never be induced to keep on any kind a vagrant life, and bivouacking in the jungles, of clothing, even in the coldest weather; and on will attempt to kill or catch them. Even these, one occasion tore to pieces a quilt, stuffed with however, although they have no superstitious cotton, and ate a portion of it, cotton and all, fear of the wolf, and are always found to be every day with his bread. When his food was well acquainted with its usual dens and haunts, placed at a distance from him, he ran to it on allvery seldom attempt its capture-in all probabil-fours, like a wolf; and it was only on rare ocity from the profit they make of the gold and sil-casions that he walked upright. Human beings ver bracelets and necklaces worn by children he always shunned, and never willingly remainwhom the wolves have carried to their dens, and ed near them. On the other hand, he seemed whose remains are left at the entrance. In all fond of dogs and of jackals, and indeed all ani

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lap it up like a wolf. He still prefers raw flesh, and when a bullock dies and the skin is removed, he attacks and eats the body, in company with the village dogs.

mals, and readily allowed them to feed with him. He was never known to laugh or smile, and was never heard to speak till within a few minutes of his death, when he put his hands to his head, and said it ached, and asked for water, which he drank, and died. Possibly, had this boy lived, he might gradually have been brought to exhibit more intellect and intelligence; but almost ev-in attendance upon Rajah Hurdut Singh, of Bonery instance seems to prove how completely the human nature is supplanted by the brutal.

The next is still from the neighborhood of the Goomtee. In March, 1843, a cultivator who lived at Chupra, about twenty miles east of Sultanpoor, went to cut his crop of wheat and pulse, taking with him his wife, and a son about three years old, who had only lately recovered from a severe scald on the left knee. As the father was reaping, a wolf suddenly rushed upon the boy, caught him up, and made off with him toward the ravines. The people of the village ran to the aid of the parents, but they soon lost sight of the wolf and his prey.

Passing by a number of similar stories, we come to one which is in many respects the most remarkable. About seven years since, a trooper,

kept him fastened to a tent-pin. Up to this time he would eat nothing but raw flesh, but Janoo gradually brought him to eat balls of rice and pulse.

dee, on the left bank of the Ghagra river, in the district of Bahraetch, in passing near a small stream, saw there two wolf cubs and a boy, drinking. He managed to seize the boy, who seemed to be about ten years old, but was so wild and fierce that he tore the trooper's clothes and bit him severely in several places. The Rajah at first had him tied up in his artillery gun-shed, and fed him with raw meat, but he was afterward allowed to wander freely about the Bondee bazaar. He there one day ran off with a joint of meat from a butcher's shop, and another of the bazaar keepers let fly an arrow at him, which penetrated his thigh. A lad, named Janoo, servant of a About six years afterward, as two Sipahees Cashmere merchant, then at Bondee, took comfrom Singramow, about ten miles from Chupra, passion on the poor boy, extracted the arrow from were watching for hogs, on the border of the his thigh, and prepared a bed for him under a jungle, which extended down to the Khobae riv-mango-tree, where he himself lodged. Here he ulet, they saw three wolf cubs and a boy come out from the jungle, and go down to drink at the stream; all four then ran toward a den in the ravines. The Sipahees followed, but the cubs had already entered, and the boy was half way in, when one of the men caught him by the hind leg, and drew him back. He was very angry and savage, bit at the men, and seizing in his teeth the barrel of one of their guns, shook it fiercely. The Sipahees, however, secured him, brought him home, and kept him for twenty days, during which he would eat nothing but raw flesh, and was fed accordingly with hares and birds. His captors then found it difficult to provide him with sufficient food, and took him to the bazaar, in the village of Koeleepoor, to be supported by the charitable people of the place, till he might be recog-him with kindness. The odor from his body was nized and claimed by his parents. One market day, a man from the village of Chupra happened to see him in the bazaar, and on his return described him to his neighbors. The cultivator, the father of the boy, was dead, but his widow, asking for a minute description of the boy, found that he had the mark of a scald on the left knee, and three marks of the teeth of an animal on each side of his loins. Fully believing him to be her lost child, she went forthwith to the Koelee bazaar, and, in addition to these two marks, discovered a third on his thigh, with which her boy

was born.

In about six weeks after he had been tied up under the tree, after much rubbing of his joints with oil, he was made to stand and walk upright. Hitherto he had gone on all-fours. In about four months he began to understand and obey signs. In this manner he was taught to prepare the hookah, put lighted charcoal on the tobacco, and bring it to Janoo, or to whomsoever he pointed out. He was never heard, however, to utter more than one articulate sound. This was "Aboodeea," the name of the little daughter of a Cashmere mimic, or player, who had once treated

very offensive; and Janoo had him rubbed with mustard-seed soaked in water, in the hope of removing it. This was done for some months, during which he was still fed on rice and flour; but the odor did not leave him.

One night, while the boy was lying under the mango-tree, Janoo saw two wolves creep stealthily toward him; and after smelling him, they touched him, and he got up. Instead, however, of being frightened, the boy put his hands upon their heads, and they began to play with him, capering about him, while he threw straw and leaves at them. Janoo tried to drive them off, She took him home to her village, where he but could not; and becoming much alarmed, he still remains, but, as in the former case, his hu- called to the sentry over the guns, and told him man intellect seems to have all but disappeared. that the wolves were going to eat the boy. He The front of his knees and elbows had become replied, “Come away and leave him, or they will hardened from his going on all-fours with the eat you also;" but when Janoo saw them begin wolves, and although he wanders about the vil- to play together, his fears subsided, and he conlage during the day, he always steals back to the tinued to watch them quietly. At last he sucjungle at nightfall. He is unable to speak, nor ceeded in driving them off; but the following can he articulate any sound distinctly. In drink-night three wolves came-and a few nights after, ing, he dips his face into the water, but does not four-which returned several times. Janoo

thought that the two which first came must have been the cubs with which the boy was found, and that they would have seized him had they not recognized him by the smell. They licked his face with their tongues as he put his hands on their heads.

When Janoo's master returned to Lucknow, he was, after some difficulty, persuaded to allow

the facts. Our readers, however, must judge for themselves. At all events, the subject appeared to us so curious and so full of interesting suggestions, that we hardly think they will quarrel with us for bringing it thus briefly under their

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About two months after the boy had gone, a woman of the weaver caste came to Lucknow, with a letter from the Rajah of Bondee, stating that her son, when four years old, had, five or six years before, been carried off by a wolf; and from the description given of the boy whom Janoo had taken away with him, she thought he must be the same. She described marks corresponding with those on Janoo's boy; but although she remained some considerable time at Lucknow, no traces could be found of the boy; and at last she returned to Bondee. All these circumstances were procured by the writer of the pamphlet from Sanaollah, Janoo's master, and from Janoo himself, both of whom declared them to be strictly true. The boy must have been with the wolf six or seven years, during which she must have had several litters of whelps.

It is remarkable that no well-authenticated instance has been found of a full-grown man who had been nurtured in a wolf's den. The writer of the pamphlet mentions an old man at Lucknow, who was found when a lad in the Oude Tarae, by the hut of an old hermit who had died there. He is supposed to have been taken from wolves by this hermit, and is still called the "wild man of the woods." "He was one day," says the writer, "sent to me at my request, and I talked with him. His features indicate him to be of the Tharoo tribe, who are found only in this forest. I asked him whether he had any recollection of ever having been with wolves? He said, 'The wolf died long before the old hermit.' I do not feel at all sure, however, that he ever lived with wolves." In another instance, a lad came into the town of Hasanpoor, "who had evidently been brought up by wolves." He was apparently about twelve years old, was very dark, and had, at first, short hair all over his body, which gradually disappeared as he became accustomed to eat salt with his food. He never spoke, but was made to understand signs well. It is not known what eventually became of him.

These are doubtful cases; but in the former instances there seems no room for questioning | VOL. IX.-No. 50.-0

IN WHICH THE NEWCOME BROTHERS ONCE MORE MEET

TOGETHER IN UNITY.

THIS narrative, as the judicious reader no doubt

is aware, is written maturely and at ease, long after the voyage is over, whereof it recounts the adventures and perils; the winds adverse and favorable; the storms, shoals, shipwrecks, islands, and so forth, which Clive Newcome met in his early journey in life. In such a history, events follow each other without necessarily having a connection with one another. One ship crosses another ship, and after a visit from one captain to his comrade, they sail away each on his course. The Clive. Newcome meets a vessel which makes signals that she is short of bread and water; and after supplying her, our captain leaves her to see her no more. One or two of the vessels with which we commenced the voyage together, part company in a gale and founder miserably; others, after being woefully battered in the tempest, make port, or are cast upon surprising islands, where all sorts of unlookedfor prosperity await the lucky crew. Also, no doubt, the writer of the book, into whose hands Clive Newcome's logs have been put, and who is charged with the duty of making two octavo volumes out of his friend's story, dresses up the narrative in his own way; utters his own remarks in place of Newcome's; makes fanciful descriptions of individuals and incidents with which he never could have been personally acquainted; and commits blunders, which the critics will dis*Continued from the June Number.

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A great number of the descriptions in Cook's Voyages," for instance, were notoriously invented by Dr. Hawkesworth, who "did" the book: so, in the present volumes, where dialogues are written down, which the reporter could by no possibility have heard, and where motives are detected which the persons actuated by them certainly never confided to the writer, the public must once for all be warned that the author's individual fancy very likely supplies much of the narrative; and that he forms it as best he may, out of stray papers, conversations reported to him, and his knowledge, right or wrong, of the characters of the persons engaged. And, as is the case with the most orthodox histories, the writer's own guesses or conjectures are printed in exactly the same type as the most ascertained patent facts. I fancy, for my part, that the speeches attributed to Clive, the Colonel, and the rest, are as authentic as the orations in Sallust or Livy, and only implore the truth-loving public to believe that incidents here told, and which passed very probably without witnesses, were either confided to me subsequently as compiler of this biography, or are of such a nature that they must have happened from what we know happened after. For example, when you read such words as QVE ROMANVS on a battered Roman stone, your profound antiquarian knowledge enables you to assert that SENATVS POPVLVS was also inscribed there at some time or other. You take a mutilated statue of Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, or Virorum, and you pop him on a wanting hand, an absent foot, or a nose, which time or barbarians have defaced. You tell your tales as you can, and state the facts as you think they must have been. In this manner, Mr. James (historiographer to her Majesty), Titus Livius, Professor Alison, Robinson Crusoe, and all historians proceeded. Blunders there must be in the best of these narratives, and more asserted than they can possibly know or vouch for.

To recur to our own affairs, and the subject at
present in hand. I am obliged here to supply
from conjecture a few points of the history which
I could not know from actual experience or hear-
say. Clive, let us say, is Romanus, and we must
add Senatus Populusque to his inscription. After
Mrs. Mackenzie and her pretty daughter had been
for a few months in London, which they did not
think of quitting, although Mr. Binnie's wound-
ed little leg was now as well and as brisk as ever
it had been, a redintegration of love began to
How should we know that there
take place between the Colonel and his relatives
in Park Lane.

had ever been a quarrel, or at any rate a cool-
ness? Thomas Newcome was not a man to talk
at length of any such matter; though a word or
two occasionally dropped in conversation by the
simple gentleman might lead persons who chose
to interest themselves about his family affairs to
form their own opinions concerning them. After
that visit of the Colonel and his son to Newcome,
Ethel was constantly away with her grandmoth-
The Colonel went to see his pretty little fa-
er.
vorite at Brighton, and once, twice, thrice, Lady
Kew's door was denied to him. The knocker of
that door could not be more fierce than the old
lady's countenance when Newcome met her in
her chariot driving on the cliff. Once, forming
the loveliest of a charming Amazonian squadron,
led by Mr. Whiskin, the riding-master, when
the Colonel encountered his pretty Ethel, she
greeted him affectionately it is true; there was
still the sweet look of candor and love in her
eyes; but when he rode up to her she looked so
constrained, when he talked about Clive so re-
served, when he left her, so sad, that he could
not but feel pain and commiseration. Back he
went to London, having in a week only caught
this single glance of his darling.

This event occurred while Clive was painting his picture of the battle of Assaye, before mentioned, during the struggles incident on which composition he was not thinking much about

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