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Victoria Falls, the scene of this under- having seen columns of spray therefrom taking, are situated in the Zambesi river, when he was four or five miles away. which runs in a generally easterly direc- Curiously enough, some of the natives tion and empties into the Indian ocean. of that region attributed this noise to The falls are about six hundred miles in the wrong cause, and asked Livingstone a bee line from that body of water and if in his own country there was such a perhaps fifteen hundred from the Cape thing as “smoke that sounds." of Good Hope. The cape of Cairo rail- A unique feature of this wonderful way, as originally planned would have formation is that the water, after decrossed the Zambesi further down stream. scending, disappears so completely that A year or two ago the route was altered it seems to go down into the earth. All so as to intersect the river at the falls. the way across the river, scarcely more The line has been in operation as far as than one hundred feet from the falls, is Buluwayo for several months and is ex- a wall of rock, equalling them in height, pected to reach Zambesi during the apparently damming the way coming summer or autumn.

pletely, When the enormous fissure into From a comparison made by Francis which the water plunges is surmounted Fox, who describes the project at length by clouds of spray, the utmost skill is in “Cassier's Magazine" for April, it ap- required to solve this mystery. Careful pears that the height of Victoria Falls examination finally reveals a is from four hundred to four hundred and opening in that solid barrier, and this is twenty feet, while that of Niagara is not

the upper end of the gorge which is said far from a hundred and sixty feet. The to extend for twenty miles. At its enentire width of the former is a mile, or trance the water descends further, and twice as great as that of the latter. the passage is probably partially When at a flood height the volume of choked with masses of rock, the turbine water in the Zambesi is about double and dynamo would have a capacity of that of Niagara. Estimates of the avail- 5,000 horse power, like the first ones inable power of a fall must take account stalled at Niagara, and that a conduit of both the amount of fluid and the eight feet in diameter would be adequate change of level, or “head.” Hence it is to drive each wheel. The number of thought that the great African cataract “units” introduced will depend, of is good for between thirty and thirty- course, on the demand for electricity. five million horse power, or five times as Perhaps the first use made of the much as Niagara, and at no dry times power obtained here will be to work of the year is it less.

Like the great mines. The nearest of these will be in majority of the rivers, no doubt the the coal deposits of Wankle, from fifty Zambesi experiences great variations to one hundred miles to the southeast. in power from one season to another- The work of drilling, pumping and hoistmuch greater, in fact, than the over- ing in mines is now being done by elecflow of the great lakes.

tricity in several places in the United Those who are familiar with the shape States and England. In a certain sense of the American cataract remember that coal and water power are rivals, but it is it is divided by Goat Island into une- not at all unlikely that the Zambesi will qual portions. The narrower, on the help develop the fuel resources of South New York side, presents almost Africa, which in turn will prove exstraight front. The wider one, or Cana- ceedingly valuable in operating the dian fall, is concave, owing to the greater transcontinental railway system. A litrapidity of wear in the middle than at

tle further away to the northward are the edges. Victoria Falls present the beds of copper, possibly the most exstraight front all the way across although tensive in the world. Here too there three islands at the crest separate the should be a use for power on a large streams into four unequal parts. The scale. One hears much talk of trying roar of the cascade can be heard for a to work the gold mines of Johannesburg long distance, and Livingstone reports with electricity from the same source.

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In time, no doubt, chemical and other manufacturing industries will spring up in the immediate vicinity of Victoria Falls, just as they have at Niagara, and create a large local market for the out

put of the electric generators. The men who have fostered the project, though, have been considering the possibility of transmitting power for long distances, perhaps hundreds of miles.

THE CANYONS OF THE HEART.

By ED. E. SHEASGREEN.

It was a beautiful day in the mountains. The valleys, wherein were the silvery ribboned streams, the most delicate foliage, the sound of pulsing life, pointed ever upward to the wooded ranges where the great, tall pines and firs, the heroes of many a stormy blast, flashed out fresh and green, and like a mighty organ would

moan, tremble, whistle and thunder whenever touched by the countless though invisible fingers of the wind. These great ranges pointed to the peaks where is no vegetation, where all is bleak and bare, where is only rock and boulder and yawning chasm. In turn these peaks pointed. to those famous heads that for centuries, ages, have stood out bold and strong, characters that tell of the creation; tell of that time when they, too, were lowly-vhen they were of the valley-of the wooded range- of the desert heights.

These hoary heads of the backbone of the continent stood out grand, glistening, sparkling, bedecked in jewels such as no human monarch ever wore, each jewel flashing to each where the lofty pinnacles raised in all their antique splendor, stood silent in the summer's sun.

As the sun moved further toward the Western Range, the tints and hues of the mountain gems changed and out of the beauties of them, there opened to the vision of a sleeper on the wooded slopes, a canyon which lies directly down through the center of the range of the human heart. This canyon is ancientas ancient as the race of man; yet is it ever young; still is it ever old.

It is a most secret place and contains the mysteries of life. For in it first is seen the springtime of planning when the waters

of life flow new along the budding shore and the murmur is soft and gentle. Then gradually as the floods of life increase from the melting of the snows of ages, grand, unique, wonderful castles lift their turrets high from among the surrounding crags. And there is joy and gladness, for it is the summertime of dreaming Then the flowing of the stream becomes weaker, the foliage seared and brown and the castles of the Peaks give way to lowly dwellings in the Canyon's many little vales. The air is not so clear and the frost has sealed things in its grasp for it is the autumn time of reflection. Every day the frost comes closer, nips harder, the happy stream is locked' and the habitations of the canyon become icebound; while gently over all falls the blanket of the snows of winter, covering the whole place with its wonderful death-like silence, where it will stay till again the springtime of youth draws from this frozen store.

But as the canyon opened to full view there was seen the beauties of the beginning of life and love. It showed the depths of the bottomless pits of hell, the heights of the throne of heaven. This living gorge was beautiful in its ruggedness of truth; in its streams of happiness; in its shade trees of sympathy; in its uplands of hope; its high hills of ambition; its far, lonely and freezing peaks of fame.

Far down its pleasant ways came the whispered words of love; the chime of wedding bells; and echoing up through wany years came the “hush-a-byesand “lull-a-byes" of the happy days of motherhood How they thrilled, how they soothed and sought for lodgement

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forever in the breast of the babe. Soon were heard the happy shouts of childhood and there could be seen its many forgotten paths leading from the pure stream of life; while further along the way and up from the banks, traced by the blazings along the way, could be seen the road of youth reaching to a fuller life; and the marks were love and ambition and thoughts of success, over which wafted soft and gentle breezes of goodness bearing the precious odors of kind words, a helping hand, honor, truth and charity. Some of these paths ran far up the side and over to the beckoning peaks of fame. Others, after running up against some great wall or boulder of opposition or defeat, died there, or was lost in some tangle or labyrinth of the undergrowth of indifference. Happy songs came floating outward, such as thrill the heart with joy and would enchant one to linger in this canyon forever and forever.

But ah! a change came creeping over the valley!

The happiness of the sunshine was passing; the shades of night were gathering; cleads hung low, and the air, heavy with cogs, blotted out the uplands and hills and even the towering peaks. The whole place seemed filled with the dampness of failure. No more were heard the songs of motherhood, or childhood, or the youth in his ambitious pursuit; but instead could be heard the dripping of tears, that trickle to the clouded river of life from the rocks of bitter disappointment. Back and forth between the walls of the canyon, echoed and reechoed the harsh, mean, angry words of strife. The strong winds of passion howled with the cursings and wailings of those who had lost faith in life. The tumult began to grow fearful! The sharp flashings of the lightning of anger was continuous in the roaring canron; while peal on peal of the thunders pot contention jarred the foundations of the range and tears of the disappointi-1 a, i forsaken flooded the cold black pas

In the lull of the warring citli heard the beating of broken heait le sobbing of those whose love is been returned; the weeping of pritlis

for their dead; the prayers of mothers for their wayward children; the stifled screech and then the splash of those who jump and sink forever in the rushing waters of the whirlpool; the grinding of souls of men and women and children as they toil, and sweat, as they starve for heartless human monsters. In a whisper came the almost silent prayers of the aged that they might not waken on the

Down in the deep black places Where were but the horrors of the dark and the storm, were found the rough, jagged rocks of jealousies, unholy loves, hates, angers, the stench of poverty, the hypocracies of society, and all the dead things of the past and thoughts that crucify a Christ and drive souls to the deepest pits of sin. Creeping, skulking, tripping in the darkest recesses of the canyon were the skeptical who had lost faith in a true life. Their ravings and rantings were lost in the roar of the echoing place as the blast beat up the walls of the Canyon, which seemed so high that no force of life or 'thought could scale them, out over the high hills of ambition and even lashed about the lonely peaks of fame.

But clouds and storms can not always last and soon the stars began to leap forth from their hidden places, while the moon smiled out among the breaking cloud waves. Peace once more reigned in the canyon.

Clear was the starstudded sky. This place, once dark and cold and full of conflict, was now quiet and beautiful and mysterious in the possessions of the past. The roar of the storm, its raging and fury now had given way to hymns of praises sung in the quavering voices of the dying; to parting kisses of those who were to journey to a far country; to promises to meet in a better land. The heads of those whose thoughts had reached from the Northern Star to the Southern Cross and far beyoni, sank to lasting sleep. In the en1} 111*eu light, aged couples could be

1.1 walking hand in hand down to the burder of the river, while others fol

pl who were to bid them farewell. And those left behind, longing to go is it by the loved ones, yet clinging to the Simras of the living, beheld a new day

opening in the east. It tinted the peaks long, took new hope and pressed again and hills, even lighting up the shadowy onward toward their goal, for His light and gloomy places of the Canyon. With shed into the deepest crevices and rethe murmur of the stream, mingled the cesses of this canyon that lays directly voices of the Children of the morning as down through the center of the range they called cheerily to another known as the human heart, from which across the way. The youth, singing are seen and known the heights and songs of success into the breezes of the depths of life and love. new morning, was glad of the light; And all were glad that the Great Master while those who had traveled far and had again declared, “Let there be Light!",

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CONCERNING CORRECT SPEECH.

Oh, why should the spirit

Of Grammer be proud With such a wide margin

Of language allowed? Of course there's a limit

"I knowed" and "I've saw "I seen" and "I done it,"

Are rather too raw;
But then there are others

No better than they
One hears in the talking

He hears every day. "Where at?" asks one person,

Quite thoughtless. And: 'Who," Asks another. "did Mary

Give that bonnet to?" Hear a maid as she twitters:

"Oh, yes, I went out With she and her fellow

In his runabout."
And hear a man sa ying;

“Between you and I.
That block of Pacific

Would make a good buy.'
And this from a mother,

Too kind, to her boy;
'I had rather you shouldn't

Do things to annoy.
And this from a student,

Concerning a show,
Who says to the maiden;

"Let's you and I go.
There's lots of good people

That's talking like that,
Who should learn from we critics

To know where they're at.

William R. Lampton, in the Reader.

WHATEVER IS, IS BEST.

I know as my life grows older

And mine eyes have a clearer sight That under each rank wrong, some

where,
There lies the root or fight.
That each sorrow has its purpose

By the sorrowing unguessed,
And as sure as the sun brings morning

Whatever is, is best.
I know that each sinful action,

As sure as the night brings shade
Is somewhere, sometime, punished,

Though the hour be long delayed.

I know that my soul is aided

Sometimes by the heart's unrest
And to grow means oft to suffer

But whatever is, is best.
I know there are no errors

In the great eternal plan
That all things work together

For the final good of man.
And I know as my soul speeds uuward'

On its grand eternal quest,
I shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever is, is best."

-Author Unknown

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