prisoners are confined wholly in the larger apartments. In
some places the wall of quartz about the jail is fifteen
feet thick.

Some of the most desperate criminals on the southwest border
have been confined in the Clifton jail, and so solid and
heavy are the barriers to escape that no one there has ever
attempted a break of freedom. The notorious "Black Jack" was
there for months.

FROM THE LIPS OF ANANIAS.

Some Interesting Results Attained by Narrators Who Talked or Wrote While
Seated Between Fancy and Fact and Who Might Have Been More Happy
"Were T'other Dear Charmer Away."

THE MEETING OF EXTREMES.

In a hunter's camp different men began to unfold their yarns. Among others
a Kentuckian said he once shot a buck in such a way that the bullet, after
hitting the right ear, passed through the heel of the right hind foot.
Jeering and laughter greeted the story.

"Brown," called the Kentuckian to his companion, "tell these fellows if
what I say is not as true as gospel!"

"Why, yes," replied the other, "I saw it myself. You see, gentlemen, when
he pulled the trigger of his rifle, the buck was just scratching his head
with his hoof."

Then he whispered to his friend:

"That was a narrow escape. Another time don't lie so far apart."--_New
York Times._

A DAKOTA CYCLONE.

A southeast wind hurled tumble weeds and Russian thistle through the air
at a twenty-nine-mile gait, and the gait went too. Many stoves were drawn
out of the chimneys; the strong wind blew in at the neck of a bottle and
blew the bottom out. Nebraska wagon tracks passed over the town by the
thousands.

The strain on the wire fences was so great that staples were drawn out of
the north side of the posts. A kerosene barrel standing in front of a
grocery store was sucked out of the bunghole and turned inside out, like a
lady's slipper. The dirt blew from a post-hole in the hillside and left
the hole sticking out of the ground about two feet with no dirt around
it.--_Estelline (South Dakota) Bell._

NATURAL CHEMISTRY.

Senator Butt, of the Arkansas Senate, had just finished one of his droll
stories about feeding morphine to a pointer pup and watching him as he
indulged in the ensuing pipe-dream occasioned by the opium, when
Representative De Rossit, known as one of the most veracious men in the
State, said:

"Senator, your dog reminds me of my hen. Needing quinine one day, as we
often do in