a circle around the rock, to discover, if possible, any former disturbance in the floor of the cave.

As they worked the space between the rock and the basin, they discovered an absence of the loose clay and shale covering which in every other place seemed to compose the floor, leaving the smooth, flat stone surface exposed. After another effort, they found these stones lay quite regular, with edges closely joined together.

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They worked with renewed energy; but to loosen and lift a single one of these plates was no easy matter. last, after much tugging and lifting, by all three of us, we raised one—and to our intense joy discovered a hole or pit underneath.

One after another we lifted the stone plates, and laid open a rectangular pit of some seven feet in length, by two or three feet in width.

"Here, here," shouted Linc, as he brought forth a metallic box, resembling a lady's jewel casket.

"Look at this, boys!"

It was an antique bronze casket. "Open it," said Hank, with feverish excitement. But no lock being visible, Linc tried his pick, and succeeded in opening it the first lick. A lock of long silken hair, another parchment, a withered rose, and a seal ring with monogram, U. R., embossed upon it, were the contents we found in the casket. Mystified and disappointed, we turned our attention again to the pit.

"My God!" exclaimed Linc, as the rays of the lantern fell aslant into the

hollow. Startled, I looked in the direction his gaze was fixed, and with a shudder drew back-for there, as it reposing in peaceful slumber, we beheld the marble face of a human being-a woman's face, still beautiful in its fullness and expression. The body seemed wrapped in sheets, leaving the face alone visible.

I was the first to recover my mental equilibrium, and, stooping down, touched the face, but quickly withdrew my hand with an involuntary shudder-it was like marble indeed, hard and solid as the rocky tomb in which it lay.

Presently, my attention being directed toward the bottom of the pit, I noticed a dark object. Linc at once made for it. Taking hold of it with both hands, he pulled and strained, then brought to the surface an old camp kettle. It was heavy -"Got it at last," muttered he.

Removing, with nervous hands, the sand which covered the brim, he drew out, one after another, a complete set of counterfeit dies. Looking at us in blank amazement, his only word of ejaculation. was "Well!"

The petrified woman proved to be nothing but a calciferous formation at the bottom of the pit, wonderfully resembling the face and form of a human being. The golden owl, when exposed to daylight, proved to be a mechanical contrivance made of-brass.

"Well," said Line, scratching his head, "got gloriously fooled, didn't we?"

The parchments are still lying in a drawer in my secretary, to remain there a reminder of our "goose-chase," as Linc ironically terms our expedition.

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STREAM that winds, and turns, and doubles back upon itself a thousand times in its wild journeyings from the Cascades to the sea, a stream that hurries darkly below the wierd loneliness of mighty peaks, that gleams with sinister brightness on sunny gravel bars, beautiful-yes, with the sinuous charm of the serpent as it coils to strike. “A treacherous river!" That is what they say of it from whose hearthstones it has claimed a victim .

Diamond Lake, near the base of Mt. Thielsen is the fountainhead of the North Fork of the Umpqua. The South Fork rises among the crags and canyons of Old Bailey Mountain, but a short distance to eastward, and the two streams flow in an almost parallel direction, divided by lofty ridges, for many miles only, indeed, diverging widely to north and southwest when they have issued. from the gloomy grandeur of the rugged range and meet the gentle loveliness of hill and dale and sunlit meadow land. Countless tributaries swell the tides of each before their confluence near the head of the beautiful Yoncalla Valley.

There is but one town of any size upon the Umpqua, Roseburg, situated upon the right bank of the South Fork, a few miles south of the meeting of the waters, is a quiet, but pretty place nestled among the oak-clad hills. The village of Gardiner, upon the lower river, though much smaller in point of population is not without importance, being, a large and fertile district, rich in the natural resources of a yet comparatively undeveloped country.

It is the lower river that I always recall when I hear the Umpqua mentioned, for it was where the widening current, mountain-born, meets the strong sweep of the sea that I first became acquainted with this stream. It was a dull, grey afternoon in mid-winter. The boom of

the breakers besieging the shore for twenty miles to southward, made a deafening music. The timbered headlands opposite the landing on the low, flat sands at "Barrett's," had a dreary, rainwashed look, and the river, turned back by the tide, reflected the gloom of the clouded sky. It was a depressing scene, with no hint of the fairy effects that were to follow.

Embarking at noon the next day on a tiny river steamer, I pursued a briefly interrupted journey inland. From the pilot house of that little boat I looked out, as we left the tide-flats behind, and climbed the freshet-swollen stream into the mountains, upon a succession of the most beautiful scenes human eye ever beheld. For softly, almost imperceptibly, at first, but gradually thickening, the snowflakes began to fall. On either hand the turreted peaks rose steeper and taller. There was barely room between, at times, for the swift current of the river. And ever as we ascended the snow fall deepened, and the white fleece thickened on each bending bough and branch and twig. The stately firs were towers of white; the myrtle, with its never-fading foliage of dark and glossy green, was like a snowy tent beside the flowing tide. The landscape was trans

formed. It was an enchanted world we journeyed through-a silent fairyland and we looked out upon it bewildered

and entranced, wondering if, indeed, we

were awake, so like a beautiful dream was the spell of that winter afternoon.

Not until the red glow of sunset burned above the western hills and our tiny craft, her voyage ended, slid up to the steep bank at Scottsburg, did the white flakes cease to fall. We were carried ashore through snowdrifts that were like "carded wool," and through all that long winter night we heard the Umpqua singing wierdly in the dark.

education in this region, he has accomplished a task of no mean magnitudeone that has vitally affected the well-being of the community, and which stands as a monument to his genius and farsighted wisdom.

The Bishop Scott Academy is essentially a boarding institution, although day pupils are received as students, inasmuch as a large part of the attendance is from Portland and vicinity. The best results, however, are accomplished by the student when under the continued influence of the school. Indeed, that the boy may be brought into contact with the system at its best, it is almost indispensable that he be a boarding student. For the independence and self-reliance

to make mechanics, or especially fit boys to become architects or mechanical engineers. It is believed by many thinking people that the ordinary school work is for some boys one-sided, and that certain traits of character are not sufficiently encouraged and strengthened by the present methods of education. In other words, in many cases a boy is not fitted by his school work for his actual life work. In manual training an effort is made to develop evenly all the faculties. To accomplish this end, the studies of the academic departments are combined in proper proportions with the instructions in shop work and laboratory practice. The leading idea is the education of the individual. It must not be forgot

that are there inbred cannot be so well attained under other circumstances.

One of the comparatively recent innovations made by Dr. Hill, in his desire to keep fully abreast of the times, was the introduction, three years ago, of manual training, or the Sloyd system. Individual carpenter's benches, equipped with tools of approved pattern, are placed in a room set aside for the purpose, and a progressive course of Sloyd work is given each boy under specially trained teachers.

The interest shown in the work and the results accomplished have amply justified the introduction of this branch. It must be borne in mind that manual training is not designed to teach trades,

ten that the object of school is education, and that manual training is and should be as broad and liberal as intellectual. Even in manual education the chief object is mental development and culture. The manual dexterity attained by means of manual training is but the evidence of a certain kind of mental power. As power to think and to do is the real object of all sound, practical education, any scheme by which the result can be brought about is certainly worthy of commendation.. Habits of care, accuracy, self-reliance, neatness, promptness and perseverance, the cultivation of sight, touch and form, the acquisition of attention, perception, the right thinking and a proper respect and love of work