Show HIGH UTE IN one of the host cheerless spats on the face of the earth ao york star the probabilities of labradors adors becoming a suni aier resort are not great though the few travelers who do reach its inhospitable coasts report much of interest to be found I 1 met one of these john L sic naughton of chicago last night he is just returning from a three months trip through labrador and the island of antiposti Anti costi which he says is the most providence for place he ever found the island he said is constantly st enveloped by fogs encircled by sunken rocks and furious currents and swept by high winds I 1 was told at halifax by shipping men that in the last ten years upward of ships had agone down off the treacherous shores of anti costi and that fully lives had been lost there in that time the canadians tried to settle it once but failed and now the island is practically uninhabited gave by a few hunters and travelers but to my mind he continued it is far better than labrador where the natives are forced to hibernate for about eight months each year during that time the adorian lives almost entirely on the inside of his rough board hovel with the winds blowing a hurricane about him their dogs their principal property live in an open cellar underneath the family living rooms and fight and howl and raise pandemonium generally without their dogs the natives would be in a bad way for they have no roads in labrador not a mile of road exists in the whole miles of coast but they get along right well with sleds and doga I 1 have been told that they can make ninety to a hundred miles a day with the dogs but that is from ton to twenty miles better than my experience the dogs are a quarrelsome vicious lot of ani mats when with each other and two packs meeting in is the signal for a fight in which the drivers generally engage with whips and curses and if any women are alon their screams add a picturesque variety to the scene I 1 can as sure you summer opens june ast 1st when the ice breaks up and then the natives commence their harvest god fishing and mackeral fishing are their industries and they waste no lime for the nest three months until september when the free comes again and drives them back into their hovels it is a dreary life but they know no other and I 1 doubt if they would be contented away from their rocks and hurri canes and mackerel nets I 1 found them a kindly hospitable people as simple as children about the way ot the world A bioux lioux party A goal many writers haye aio seated that an indian ia a born stoic and that the reason be laugh or cry or express surprise or lies ia the fact that nature did not intend him to athars all nonsense however the indian puta it all on for effect ive heard him laugh aa hearty as any white man and ive seen them when they were positively thunderstruck with amazement in the hostiles ho stiles got to attacking one of the stage routes into Jules bur and after they had killed a doen people a part of my company was sent out to give the red roan a setback we rode over a section of the route one day and toward evening secreted ourselves in a long dry ravle to see what would happen during the night the stage was due there about 10 and soon after 9 we got a A band of twentythree twenty three Ii idiana came in from the west struck the trail jurt above us and came down and laia away almost on top of us we had our horses down around a bend with guards to look after them and the indians had left their ponies at some other point we were back in the dark where they could not see us while they were at the mouth of the ravine and ayery man of them showed against the starlight sky we knew what they were after and we prepared ourselves accordingly there were twenty eight of us and we crept up inch by inch kulil when we finally heard the rattle of the stage coach we were nut over twenty five feet from the bunch of marauders we could hear and see them making ready and just as they were about to dash out on the trail we gave them a volley talk about an indian not leeling why they yelled out like so many old women scared by a cow and two or three of them shouted to the great spirit to save them as they ran we killed nine and wounded four that one volley add only one of the lived beyond two days the survivor was a middle aged warrior bearing the scars of many battles I 1 was asked to question him and as he saw my purpose he shut him self up like a clam I 1 started off with has my brother a glass in which to see bis face Why should I 1 have be queried interested at once to eee that your hair has turned aa white as the snow nu it cant be get me a glass at that the group around him burt out laughing and the warrior looked up with rueful expression and said 1 I thought it was true I 1 was so scared that roy heart stopped beatings beatin gj |