THE ravages of time have plowed deep furrows, and the storms of ages have battered deep lines in these ruins of stately edifices and terraced walls that remain silent, sorrowful reminders of the heroic struggles of a dead people. A people who found refuge in towns, villages and caves, amid rock-ribbed cliffs, deep, shadowy gorges, and rugged mountain fastnesses.

They are voiceless, and yet how eloquently they speak of the dead past, ever reminding the living that, "to-day we are, to-morrow we die." Go where you may throughout Canton Galiana you will find the mute monument and tread upon the ashes of vanished races! On mountain tops, among huge volcanic boulders and riven granite blocks; in the glare of the noon-day sun beating on exposed ridges, or down in the gloom of deep and winding box canons; in ravines, by rivulets and rivers, brooks and springs; in the valleys, nooks and corners, high on peaks and amid barren rocks-everywhere throughout this mysterious region one gazes in amazement on the ruins of town, village and hamlet, where the palace moulders beside the hut, while their builders sleep beneath decaying heaps.

Follow the windings of myriads of ravines locked in the bosom of the mother of mountains, and behold thousands of terraced walls that once retained every yard of productive soil throughout this vast mountainous region. Think of them and their builders, compute the numbers of the one, then estimate the numbers of the other. The walls remain, rising in some instances in regular lines, one above another, from thirty to sixty feet apart; but where are their builders? Who were they? When did they live? When did they die?

Speechless, yet full of strange lingering voices, telling of mysterious shadows hanging over the once stately structures and vine-clad gardens; while fallen signal stations, found at elevated points and high ridges, speak of dangers that beset

a hunted and persecuted people. The little stone pile near the more imposing heap, marks the grave, perhaps, of one who fell at his post of duty while flashing intelligence of approaching danger to kindred and friends. Down in the peaceful valley the hum of industry from garden and field, and the joyous laughter of innocent childhood are hushed by the battle cry of the coming foe; and women and children, the aged and the weak, seek refuge and safety in caves hard by, that are held in the embrace of towering cliffs, whose frowning walls encircle enchanted nooks and afford the only approach to each cavern retreat.

Silent and solemn lie now in repose those beautiful vales clad with flowers that thrive in the shade of cherry, cedar, juniper and pine, upon whose branches hang lovingly the grape and hop-vine, intermingled with the modest morningglory. Once, aye, many times those vales have been drenched with human blood. Fatal arrows bearing the message of death, have sped from peaks and crags above, while hosts with battle axes all dripping, fought hand to hand in the valley below, contesting every inch leading to the walled mouth of the cave. Within, wives and children moaned and wept and prayed, as husbands and fathers and brothers beat back the foe or fell bleeding beneath their cruel blows beyond the range of shielding arrows, sped from the perforated wall, which closed the mouth of the protecting cave.

Fiercely the oft-repeated battle raged. The attacking party fighting for plunder and revenge; the attacked for life and liberty. The former outnumbers the latter a hundred to one. Yet victory for the blood-thirsty can be found only behind the thick cement wall, blocking the mouth of the rock-bound cavern. There is but one opening large enough to admit a human being; the others, sloped to various angles, are port-holes, commanding within range, the valley below. No attack can be made from above, neither from the right nor left, because

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solid rock walls rise there perpendicularly a hundred feet or more. enemy, therefore, numerous and strong, enter boastfully the mouth of that fatal valley. With determination they advance fiercely, but how their numbers dwindle as the battle ground narrows towards the cave. How they stumble, and fall, and die, as forth fly arrows and slingstones from every overhanging ledge and rock-ribbed ravine; while from cliffs, roll down huge boulders to crush and kill. But still the melting throng struggles on and reaches the flanking walls leading up to the cave. Behold them fade away as fierce anger wastes them under a cross fire; a fire from front, and a fire from rear! The battle is ended; and the last rays of the setting sun touch with golden lights the valley, now paved with human bodies and soaked with human blood.

Later, as the pale gleams of the moon cast ghastly shadows among the stiffening forms, all stark and cold, in that valley of death, are heard the sighs and moans of one whose husband, pierced to the heart, fell bleeding at the mouth of the cave. Without was death! Within was anguish, wringing from the stricken wife's eyes hot tears, that fell on the cold cavern floor like blighting midnight dews.

Through the rent his life stream flowed out, setting his spirit free to roam where the wicked cease from troubling; but she, stricken with a wound more cruel, lives on, while the shaft, thrice poisondipped, festers, and frets, and galls a wound that never heals, but racks with ceaseless pain worse than the agonies of a thousand deaths. Bereft of mental and physical anguish, motionless, painless, with glazed eye, sealed heart, and cold lips that answered not, a heap of emotionless, unresponsive clay was he: but she, with heart-strings stretched over the key-board of human misery, throbbed and thrilled in every fibre; as deathless woe, ceaseless and intense, swept the inmost depths of her trembling soul, while mutely waiting through the weary watch of what seemed an endless night. Robed in the weeds of widowhood-a queen of despair, she sat listlessly gazing

on flitting forms, traced by her feverwrought mind on the polished walls of her many-roomed, but now desolate subterranean home.

Out from the gloom of mysterious shadows, hanging around the huge Ollo, which stood majestically between the outer room and the closed mouth of the cavern retreat, she beheld strange mocking figures begotten by despair-gendered by wakeless nightmare. The memory of her dead husband, whose hands had aided in weaving the long, pliant saccaton grasses, around which, plastic cement fixed the circling form of the huge Ollo, was powerless to dispel, the hideous figures, grim-visaged and hateful, that hung around the monument of his perseverance and skill. Trembling and aghast, she turned her tearwashed eyes to the polished wall of her cavern palace and read the pictures and sign writings there, the recorded prophecy of woes now realized.

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As if seeking relief from these fiercely glaring words of now fulfilled prophetic record, she fixed her gaze on the blackened vault of the fire-lit cave house, and there traced faint lines indicating the size and shape of cement rooms once extending from floor to ceiling. they correspond not with those fast crumbling away from the rock-arched ceiling of the cave. They are the lines drawn ages since, when first her progenitors began to wander from the righteousness of a just God, and in consequence sought refuge from the wrath of man. Thus the gloomy memory of the awful past joined hands with the realities of the bloody present, and the grief-stricken woman staggered beneath the weight of accumulated misery, as she groped her way to midnight darkness gathering in the far recesses of the gloomy cave. As she passed through various rooms, the fragrance of cedar lintals, over doors and windows, once again brought back the overpowering memory of him, whose hands had assisted in fixing them there in place of others decayed; and she rushed by or trod upon sleeping forms which, in tired slumber, were as dumb brutes; without compassion, without

sympathy, neither themselves mourning nor caring for those who did.

The anguish of her soul swept the chords of her heart like a rude thorn, and she fled from her fellow-beings as if they were vipers. Her idol had perished, and all things before lovely had become hateful, so that in her misery she sought darkness that she might not see, silence that she might not hear. Yet in the gloom she still saw, amid silence still heard. Turning her eyes back towards the rising sun and to him, whose death to her was the sunset of life, she gazed on the gleams of the morning light, struggling through those fatal portholes; and as the golden threads traced on the ceiling of the cave words of hope, of peace, and of reunion, a smile played around the pain-drawn lines of her pale face. And as the black night with gloomy shadows fled before the king of day, so hope with his bright wand drove despair from the grief-stricken heart. Back to the light, and straightway through death, back to life, the angel of Mercy led her unfaltering steps. Threading her way once more among the sleeping forms. of her kindred and friends, she stood again beside the Ollo, upon whose circling walls the morning light now weaves happy promises, just where hideous

forms wrote before despair. At her feet the broken mill, the half-parched corn, the splintered arrow, the springless bow. A fond lingering look on all that spoke of by-gone days, of hopes and fears, of joys and pains, of safety and dangers, of life and death; then stepping quickly to the closed entrance of the living tomb, she rolled back the mighty stone and passed beyond. Wildly at first, then calmly, she gazed without emotion, on the garden field of carnage, nor heeded the dead there heaped in windrows.

As mountain breezes cooled her throbbing temples and she looked on timberclad hills, green sloping ridges, vinecovered, flower-decked glens, goldenhued, tower-crowned rocks, and the beautiful valley through which quietly flows the upper Rio Verde, a strange light gathered in her dark eyes and her pale lips murmured: "Enchanted land; earthly Paradise; a heaven, made by man to me a hell, farewell!" Like a ray of light, true as the needle to the pole, sped from yonder cliff the dove-pinioned arrow. Aimed by the quivering hand of compassionless Hate, loving Mercy guided the arrow that pierced the heart and opened the door for the Nephite wife to join her Nephite husband. One in life! One in death! Moses Thatcher.

ELEMENTS

It depends, of course, on how one looks at a man. That was the reflection of a Washington Star reporter, as he stood before a case forming a part of the exhibits in the section of foods at the National Museum. The contents of the case showed one what a hundred and fifty-four pound man appears like from the chemist's point of view. In other words, a supposititious man five feet eight inches high, weighing one hundred and fifty-four pounds, had been passed through the chemist's laboratory, and divided and subdivided into his ultimate elements. There stood all these elements and chemical compounds in glass jars, properly labeled. All of the man was there,

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except the subtle breath of life, which in some way escapes before the chemist can get it corked up in a jar and labeled. Hence, as this important element is lacking, it would be difficult to make a man that would amount to anything out of the contents of these jars. The case of exhibits forms a part of a series being prepared under the direction of Mr. Romyn Hitchcock, curator of the section, and which, when complete, will illustrate not only the chemical composition of the human body, but the daily income and expenditure of the body, based upon the results of analyses made by Professor W. O. Atwater.

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is told so plainly by the different sizes of the jars and the graphic and explicit statements of the labels, that it can be easily understood, even by one who knows little or nothing of chemistry. The first series of exhibits represent the thirteen elements which a large label informs you enter into the chemical compounds of which our bodies are made. Five of these are gases and eight solid substances. The oxygen is shown in a jar with a label, which states that the weight of oxygen in a man weighing one hundred and fifty-four pounds is ninetyseven pounds. This jar, which would hold about a gallon, represents only one ten-thousandth part of the oxygen of a man of that weight. If the ninety-seven pounds of oxygen were set free from the body, it would fill a space of one thousand and ninety cubic feet. The oxygen is the great supporter of combustion in the system.

The next jar represents the fifteen pounds of hydrogen going to make up the one hundred and fifty-four pound man. This amount of hydrogen set free would fill two thousand seven hundred and fifty cubic feet, and the jar represents only one ten-thousandth of the whole amount. Another jar or bottle, having a capacity of a little over a quart, represents the three pounds and thirteen ounces of nitrogen found in the imaginary man.

This nitrogen, if free, would fill forty-eight and three-tenth cubic feet. Another small bottle contains, combined with calcium, the three and five-tenth ounces of fluorine, and another jar contained one-tenth of the four ounces of chlorine to be found in the man. Chlorine is one of the constituents of bleaching powder. After the jar of chlorine was put in the case the stopper was blown out, and the gas bleached all the tinted labels in the case.

Thus the elements of the human body are shown to comprise five gases, existing in such quantities as, if they were set free, would fill a space of about four thousand cubic feet, which, if paid for at the rate of one dollar and seventy-five cents a thousand, at the usual discount for promptness, would amount to six

dollars. If the gases of a one hundred agd fifty-four pound man began to expand, and expanded to their utmost, the man would fill a large room or hall. The Hall of Representatives, commodious as it is, could hold only a few men in the gaseous state.

The next series of jars or exhibits represents the solids of the body. First, there is the carbon, represented by a solid cube of charcoal weighing thirtyone pounds. If a man had to take his carbon out and carry it around with him in a basket all day, he would be pretty tired at night. Yet every man, millionaire or tramp, is weighed down with a load of carbon, which, if coined into diamonds, would enable him to rival the splendors of Monte Cristo. Then the one hundred and fifty-four pound man yielded one pound twelve ounces of phosphorous, and three and five-tenth ounces of sulphur. After the gases, the carbon, the phosphorous, and sulphur have been extracted from the man, there is nothing left but the metals. It is doubtful whether metal exists in the human body in such paying quantities as to offer inducements to mining companies, still one would be surprised to look into this case and see how much a man is weighted down with various metallic substances.

First, there is iron, of which the average man described carries one-tenth of an ounce in his system. The quantity is shown in the exhibit in the form of iron wire. The metal with which the body is most abundantly provided is calcium, the basis of lime, of which the man, supposed to have been resolved into his chemical constitutents, yielded three pounds and thirteen ounces. This is a yellowish metal and the amount obtained is shown in a cube about three inches high. A little block of magnesium, a silver-hued metal, weighing one and eighth-tenth ounces, and then two and eighth-tenth ounces of potassium were taken from the man, and all that remained was a little quantity of sodium, weighing two and six-tenth ounces. The weights of the chemical elements in the body of a man weighing one hun

dred and fifty-four pounds are summarized on one of the labels as follows:

Oxygen, 97.20 pounds; carbon, 31.10; hydrogen, 15.20; nitrogen, 3.80; calcium, 3.80; phosphorus, 1.75; chlorine, 0.25; flourine, 0.22; sulphur; 0.22; potassium, o.18; sodium, 0.16; magnesium, o.11; iron, 0.01. Total, 154 pounds. only one way that

This, however, is the chemist has of looking at a man. These elements are chemically combined with each other, forming numerous compounds, and another series in the same case represents the result obtained by resolving another one hundred and fiftyfour pound man into his principle chemical compounds. First, there are two large jars of water, containing together ninety-six pounds or forty-six quarts. Then another large jar represents the proteine compounds, of which the man yielded twenty-four pounds. The next in order of quantity are the fats, weigh

ing twenty-three pounds; the mineral salts, weighing ten pounds thirteen ounces; and the carbohydrates, starch and sugar, weighing three ounces. Among the proteine compounds appears hemoglobin, the red coloring matter of the blood, and which serves to carry and distribute the oxygen from the lungs to the different parts of the body. Two little vials contain protagon and lecithin, substances found in the brain, spinal cord, and nerves. Then there is a pound of carbonate of lime, eight and one-fourth pounds of phosphate of lime, seven ounces of fluoride of calcium, six ounces of phosphate of magnesia, six ounces of chloride of sodium, and five ounces of chloride of potassium. That exhausted the man with which the chemist started.

The rays of happiness, like the rays of light, are colorless unless broken.

THE full moon rose over the far line of the quiet water, lapping wave upon wave, up the white beach, its murmuring and splashing waves dying softly away in whispers. The stars multiplied to view and their images were repeated upon the water. The beach was destitute of verdure, a long, bare stretch of glistening sand, strewn with shells and sea weed, but here was the landing, and the hotel, and, despite the dreary background, here, too, were often scenes of entertainment, pleasure and romance.

All day the hot sun kept indoors those who could afford such choice, and only the boatmen and their fellow-laborers trod the burning sand. But at night when this ruder element were enjoying rest in preference, others walked the beach or promenaded the hotel verandahs, and at intervals, danced the hours away. The tide came rolling softly in, over the yet warm sand, even up and around the massive rock pillars on which the hotel was built. Moonlight spread its silver and enchantment across the waves, and one after another paused in the prom

enade to lean over the railing and gaze upon the lovely scene. A sound of music from within soon drew guest after guest to the hall, and the dancing began.

Unmindful of lights, of throng or waltz, quietly enjoying the sweet sound as accompaniment to the beautiful sight before her, sat a young girl. Slender and dark, a beauty and an heiress, yet indifferent, or unconscious of these advantages, a modest, thoughtful, pensive girl. Thoughts of wealth or ambition had never stirred her mind, neither had care or distress weighed upon her spirit; only a child in the hearts of her parents, but to all others almost a woman. She had not missed the others, so used was she to solitude, thought and books; her world encompassed by the walls of home,her resources only those of nature. Her days were spent just where she chose; awhile in the city, a few weeks at the rancho or at the landing, her father owning a hotel in the city and the one at the latter place. Pansy, they called her in childhood; for her father said her face always reminded him of those flow